popproxx bitch

Here today gone tomorrow/ That’s life sorrow/ Friends pass away some killed by the hollow/ Tip to there brain/ The streets will never change/ I’m bound to see another homey in a grave/ Cryin at Christian’s wake I can’t recognize his face/ Face it/ Since he was slanged/ My life will never be the same/ We let the tears fly away/ But his memories still remains/ And I don’t need to visit his grave/ Cuz our friend ship is in tact to this very day/ My I dedicate this in his name/ Cuz I know you play this track back to back/ And watch me when I get into a heap of crap/ When I found out that you had passed/ I felt like the bullets had wounded me/ Blew up (in my) heart and back and killed me spiritually/ I cant even heal/ Cuz the murder of my hero is free/ Running through streets making a mock of his shots/ Popp the police didn’t help I didn’t agree/ Fuck the cops if Christian was white the shooter would be locked up like akon/ Look at Jena six if you think racism doesn’t exist/ I wanted to go on a killing spree/ My tears only make my pain into anger then aggression B/ It was killing me/ Knowing everyday that I’d never see or speak to the big C/ Until I reach the pearly gates/ I’ll never for get ya big bra/ Now I’m sitting in the kitchen reminiscing on how me you and Dru used to kick it/ I’m just trippin when I see ya picture/ Sending my condolences to ya family and baby sister/ I’m telling them I miss ya/