I once met this fool at eleven years old
Short kid, big heart saturated in Gold
Galavanting in the streets in ridiculous heat
With a handful of silvers, falling short from a feed
But we was coolin, I couldn't even pick out a problem
We were to young to give a f*ck and immature to solve em
Just regular kids then growing up together
Friendship turned to brotherhood, I hold that forever
Right in my chest, protected like bulletproof vest
Ima rep his presence until I be greeted with death
I will never accept I lost my G to depression
Mutha f*ck that disease and suicidal expression!
But in saying that I could never hate on his actions
But I hate the fact that the world allowed this to happen
For me to carry my G beside his little brother
And seeing the tears flowing from the father and his mother
That f*cked me up mentally man, I'm still recovering
As well as many others out there still suffering...
I miss you dawg, but I'm glad you're at ease
Save me a spot up there in heaven when my soul is released, Rest In Peace...