He was my guide
My teacher
And all the lessons lost
Then learned again
This world has a way
Of laying you flat on your back
We have a way
Of lifting our legs in the air

When we are the ones should be doing the *******

He was a shaman
A ghetto Hammurabi
And when the night is too dark
And the truth too stark
And I don't want to play my part
I heed his words
His wisdom

I remember what he said
"**** this ****,
I need some chees"
How very profound