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To My Daughter Rokesha, Love YouSometimes I wonder when will this shit end
no more friends
cant pretend
that I can blend
in
with sin
and get back my old team
and kill a bunch a muthafuckas popping up
shit fucking up
shit bitch I aint even started yet so much trying to get past
why Im the last
why I have to bury you all
I wanna fall
and be back with yall
I miss yall
wish I could see yall
wish I could reach out to yall
back to when we was youngstas
sunnydale gangstas
true muthafuckas in the game
it’s a shame
now you get killed without muthafuckas even knowing yo name
what happened to taking aim
joe cheese to peter lee
I hold you all inside of me
now Jason and detro
this shit is killing me slow
I cant let go
cant ride without knowing where to blast
I see my daughters face
and sadness all over the placeRo I got yo back no going back Im yo pops and I love you lots and all I can do is pray that it stops I got you I love you Im there with you don’t look around Im always there I have always cared back to that night when we was making cakes and Jason was getting his nails with paint remember we took him to church, I think he was angel in the play that easter, I miss him a lot, I loved him a lot, I always told you that. I will always tell you that. This hurts me a lot because I saw him as my son a lot.Damm Ro I wanna go to Richmond get our folks from Parkchester and go blow shit up, But who would I kill, Where do I go, Man Im so fucking mad, I haven’t cried for a long time Ro, Yo dad has tears in his eyes writing this, Know that I have always held that boi in a special place, He was my lil man. And will always be that special boi to meLove you Ro. Always Yo Dad.Dane///*** A poem titled, Confessions Of A Killa ***Have you ever seen a man die?
Seen that look of fear in his eyes / Got scared in the middle of the night / Fear creeping into you from every shadow in sight / Everywhere you look someone is looking at you / No peace or silence no lies just true / After you do it you cant forget / Never on front streets always in the jets / Hearing his name always gets you upset / Hardcore you try to project / You hear him yelling at his last prospect / You hear yourself yell as the cases eject / On the day of the funeral you see people cry / You caused that pain to them all ask yourself why / His momma is hysterical his kids are lost / Your head is on fire your heart consumed by frost / In the end you tell yourself fuck them all / He would said the same had you been the one to fall / So walk away living a lie / Just waiting for your turn to die
