R.I.P.

I was 16 when the bell

on the phone rings

It's my homie from church an ex **** fiend

A little older wore his

heart on his shoulder

A hiphop head so we

connected on the totem

Back then I'd kick verses

and he'd be on the s*****m

I wish he were around to

hear these verses that I wrote Him

Just to clear the air

confusion and misquotings

A good kid with black

clouds following his motions

Like hear ye hear ye

but they don't hear me

The headline I've read for

the tenth time its eerie

three dead including

Sunday school teacher

An ex **** fiend

turned extroverted church leader

Is this realmy hairs

raised suddenly

I'm drowning in emotion

while s*ivers swim subtly

I read on

an affair that ends tragic

Teachers pleads for life

down the barrel of a magnum

Then point blank shot

dead together with his lover

Before the lovers hu**and

took his own life from him

My eyes turned red

welled up a watered gaze

From hurt fear and let

down in lots of ways

God Why would you

allow this if you save

When evil lurked within

why did my homie disobey

We got one life is it ok to be afraid

At least we got that option

stomping through this maze

Its ok to be afraid many

don't have that option that's

So we mourn today

Here one day then gone away

things will never be the same

I remember her

soft skin and her caress

The mistakes that I made

and her grace

when I confessed

Like politics me

and her it was complex

But all the stains

would wash away

each time our minds

Connect

We had history

old school like a cassette

Together we opened doors

explored she knew me best

I imagined us forever ever ever

But now I wish I never met her

Why won't this feeling letup

I can't forget her

staring at our empty bed

The silence is screaming at me

so I stay awake instead

And in the sheets there's

rooms for extra legs

On my phone no SMS

missed calls or messages

From tying the knot

o farewell goodbyes and

My stomach twisted up in

knots like Bear Grylls tied them

The start and end it comes full sphere

From the cradle to the grave

I wish you were here

Here one day t

hen gone away

things will never be the same

It's been a little while

since I seen your face

getting kinda hard to move on

But the pain is motivation

though its frustrating you

don't know what you have until it's gone

It's been a little while

since I seen your face

getting kinda hard to move on

But the pain is motivation

though its frustrating you

don't know what you have until it's gone

then gone away

then gone away

then gone away