when the curtains are drawn you just never know what's going on backstage they say he passed peacefully in his sleep but that doesn't put our minds at ease
i remember his smile, a contagious face we should have seen the scale tipping how heavy it must have weighed
another one gone from the class of o one our ride or die boy may god bless his two sons.
rip my good friend. this one hurts, it hurts real bad. i wish i could hug you, the way you used to pick me up, squeeze me so hard and crack my back. and you always smelled like knock off cheap cologne. i'm gonna miss that awful smell.