By: Cedric McClester

Was it a messiah, you sought to find?
Then Homie was, your paradigm
As it was written, so it was
Our Creator doesn’t make duds
Like Noah sent here
For the floods
So was Homie
For the Crips and Bloods

So think of him, not as dead
Get that notion out your head
Based upon the life he led
And the words of comfort said
He’s merely resting in his bed
See to the manor he was born
The good he left us will live on
Long after Homie is gone

He believed in law and order
As his time was growing shorter
Much like a lamb taken to slaughter
No Homie didn’t walk on water
But he loved his son,
And daughter
I hope they learned
From all he taught ‘em

When his story is finally told
Just like Jesus, he was bold
And if per chance,
You’re still not sold
The retelling doesn’t get old
The way he left us
Was also cold
And both their lives broke the mold








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