I had this homie, tight as can be
we were inserperable, like it was meant to be

we always be chillin, writing and rapping, sitting and laughin, never once thought bout violence and killing

his beats were tight, along wit mine
we would sit there for hours, just wastin our time, but never once was there a beat outta line

pepole were curious
always questioning our raps
they named us "2 mysterious"

he came to me on day
"yo dawg i got some shit to say"
i thought it was a just another rhyme, but obviously thtas not what was going through his mind

"homie, we been tight fo years, smiling, rappin, sharing tears, but what i got to say might not make your day, all i got to say is that i'm fuckin gay"
I smiled and looked at his blue eyes
"dawg we be homies till the day we die"

News got out on the street
no one respected his street beat
then came the next day
some fag did apreciate my homies ways
"homo, you say what you gotta say"
he pulled out his 9mm glock aimed and shot
police found him dead shot in da head...

now my #1 homie is in da ground
but i know he in heaven smiling down...
i wish he knew dat i miss him now...
and after he died i never made a sound...


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