When I got that call I knew it was foul I heard the name Jon And I knew he was gone Like a game of chess He died a pawn Never had time To grow and spawn The next couple days Were filled with greys I was feelin very blue Not a clue what to do Tryin to find out what I’m doin I ended up missin the viewin Missed my last chance to see Where he would forever be Man I feel bad For Shamawd and Nancy Sounds like a story Straight from Tom Clancy On April seven He was sent to heaven Or at least we hope Cause he was sellin that dope I wonder if I’ll ever Be able to cope We use to always play ball And chill at the mall I rue the day When I got that call People always say Live and Die by the burner But I’m the one Whose brother got murdered Your life was took And now mines shook Some people think That you were a crook But they didn’t know That person inside The one hiddin in you Behind all that pride You were on a mission But you would never listen And now were all sorry Dealing with this quarry Feeling like we Should all go on Maury Povich is a ***** You used to always say But on April seven At about eleven You were shot and stripped Dropped in a ditch Now that I think Was you a Crip? Naw you was smarter then that You always tried to earn it But then again You had your Unit But that’s all in the past The good memories will last And dog you did Go out wit a blast Just like you said But now you dead 2 in the shoulder 2 in the head All cause of what Some counterfeit bread? Only a few people know What really went on The problem is One of em’s gone In my eyes You were never a pawn You were always the king You had all the bling And if you used your head You’d have everything The reality is That it’s too late Its unfortunate dog Checkmate
Gone from our lives, not from our hearts. Rest Peacefully.