“July 9th” My potnas dying at high rates
At a fast pace,
Dying before i had a even chance to pray
So im forced to write farewalls and hellos on your restday
Forget what death talm bout will man, you getting up in age
A soulful soul,
You left your mark, like graded papers
And red ink
I almost could accept death if it was due,misconduct in the streets.
But i cant respect no cancer,
It took a real nigga- authentic
You the first person who heard me spit these lyrics
Siced the kid, when i lose inspiration i think of it
Good die young, rip,you lost a good one DMV, ya third eye open, you saw things i didnt see in me.
Never forget that night we sat up in sang, like we was b2k or someshit
Me you mani and jamice
You wild tho, you’d ask to hear the deepest wale, in the middle of the livest party .
You lived for substance and content
Chemo- thought it had you
But You still live on, it was you who won the contest
You a light of hope .
You was too much heaven in this hell hole
So you had to elope, i get it
You left your smile, to help us cope.
You tagged me in the fight, and i beat cancer, for us both.
I hope ya slumber is on point.
RIP i Jih like, hope you showed God how ta chop it up to TCB
#E4CW #Fuckcancer #cancercrusher