R.I.P

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Im not down wit da blu my nig its a affialiation my brothers rep gangs and they want me to be down wit that. Im own nigga If i get into some sh!t i handle mines.That was depicted from Tupac's last ride. 

This song goes out to all da fallen soldiers family member's and young niggaz who died before their time.

As I sit here writin with my paper and pen I miss u lil homie 'member back when we was young in our primes livin for sins watchin tha stars reminiscin again. But now u gone its just to hard we long apart the sun is now dark wheres the light its only the fog. I pour out tha liquor for my young lil homies see we both had to die but u had to go before me I remember that day like it was today. It was a late night we runnin tha streets losin hell a sleep dodgin da police. Then there was that stop before we went that road snapshot last photo of u alive tha last time we ride. We finally hit da stoplight music aloud u wildin out screamin tha thuglife loud and proud.Then the unthinkable multiple gunshots blazin the scene hittin u several times its not a dream. We tried to bang back it was to late the killer escape leavin another unsolved case. Years later Im still wakin up in coldsweats pictures of u no breath not livin lyin cold like a thug niggaz chest. Damn it should of been me lord take me instead maybe because I was raggin the blu and u were reppin tha red.Now u dead and its hard to survive, soul cryin wish u were alive wish we were live. But now Like Pac said u gotta keep ur head up and Life goes on but the difference is that u arent in ur chosen form.But till that day I will rep u till tha day Im cold catch u nigga at the crossroads. Nobody knows my soul watchin time past in my droptop.....gunshots R.I.P to the lost ones NDG