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Nov 2014
He was handsome
He was kind
He was sweet
He woulnt **** even a fly, he was very strict
Listen to this!
Now that I'm dead you say this??
Let me get out off this coffin and tell people what you said of me in my presence
That im so poor, I cant even aford to wear braces so I should stop smilling
That my dad had no job he lived of hustling
You even nicknamed him "Rick Ross"
That I had only one girlfriend and she was cheating on me

Yes I grew up in Zwide location
The streets of fallen angels
Yes I am a mamas boy, by that you were right
I dont want no priest that will preach lies about me
Let my mom tell my story
Let her cry, do not shhhwsh her
Let her feel the pain of lossing a child because she was the one who felt a pain when she was giving birth to me
And you weren't there
There is no use for you to put my picture as your Facebook profile picture, I'm dead now!

Say no lies for a soul to Rest in peace
So do not "RIP" me if you never knew me
Written by
SirDlova  South Africa,Cape Town
(South Africa,Cape Town)   
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