Someone that gets it
Yet offers a different perspective
So sincerely
That I cannot reject it

Big blue eyes
Most gorgeous you'd ever seen
Shy smile
Trade mark family chubby cheeks
Staring at this photo of us three
We're only babies
Hadn't seen you for years
Family drift apart you see
But in my heart and
This photograph you'll always be.

Was sat on a wall today
And you crossed my mind
As I spoke to a friend
About Past times
And the emotion hit
I cried unexpectedly
I remember as my Dad told me
I didn't believe it
Till Dre rang me up the next minute
I said it out loud
And my voice cracked
Said I'd have to ring back

Sweet 16
Just survived major brain surgery
Chucked over the wall
And left slumped in the cold
like a Rag doll
Probably mistaken for drunk,
Out cold, another wasted teen
Yeah another wasted teen
but not in that sense,
he took your life
***** and murdered at Sweet 16

Two years younger than me
Doing well, despite adversity
Following your hopes and dreams
befriended this fiend
out of kindness and pity
He showed you none
Makes me angry
In court they tried to take away responsibility
By saying he had learning difficulties
And was high on ****
But he left you in that alley
And walked back home casually
No sign of sorry
Not even now.

You'd be 21 this year
And I can't help but wonder
What you'd be doing
if you were here
I walk past the salon and see your
Little sister doing hair
All grown up
And for a moment I stare
See her shy smile
And I become well aware
Of what strength truly is.

And truth is, I don't know
If I believe in all what lies above
But what I do know is this;
You were loved,
you ARE loved
And I don't believe
anything lies above that
It's everlasting.

You didn't get enough time
And neither did he
But that will never take away
From all the moments you did see
So maybe I can put down this photograph
Cause I don't need to See to Believe
In all that you are And will always be
Much more than just a tragedy,
Big blue eyes, shy smile
and trade mark chubby cheeks
**You're Our Jessie.

Truth is you love them still
And a part of you probably always will
And maybe that's the beauty of it
Nothing expected, nothing connected
It just stands alone and speaks for itself
Not needing to be heard
Or expressed in words
It just simply is

So he lay awake praying to stay in the state that Peter Pan could
all in avoidance of his pending manhood
Foolishly thinking he can outrun this hood?
Ha! Even if he could fly a gun would shoot him down before he could
Get a few inches off the ground
Where he stood

Cause this Ain't no Fairytale
no Red Riding Hood,
Big Bad Wolf's after you,  
won't make it out this wood.
Ghetto you're conditioned for
from the get go
let it be understood
There's one hood you ain't escaping...
**AdultHood