Why the good die young
I don't even know
It's like God takes the happiest bro
Times up...
Everbody get close
We all need love in a high dose
We needa Say goodbye
Among us a Brotha is now a ghost
Let the Church be our host
Most of us need postive energy
Lets remnice with jokes
Playing: Tupac - The good die young
for the hip-hop folks
And for us homies that do smokes
Lets toke
that shit, Till one of us chokes
provoke
the
Lungs
Till
we
Nearly
Croak
But No One Bicker
We will wash our throats
D
O
W
N
With hard liqour
Or maybe not
We could just hold eachother instead
of trying to phase
Reality
off
Quicker
We don't need to be anymore
Sicker
Times like these.................
we needa keep out heads
Cause homeboy
Is
laying
D
O
W
N
On his last bed
Lets say goodbye to our beloved dead
With Respect
Love
Honour
Memories and joy
That way....
We will fill in the void
Birth sign: Aries
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