For My Fallen

I wonder if heaven has a neighborhood

like the one I am living in—

so I can see you again.

How many of us have lost our lives in these deserts?

How many of us died from the DVD—

Better yet, poverty?

I stand on the same corner you got sprayed on,

pouring my liquor for a G.

I’d be a damn liar if I didn’t tell you

I was scared of death.

Man, I’m fearin’ for my life

every day I hit these streetz.

You will not be forgotten.

You are going to live on thru’ ya moms

and your homies carrying ya’ legacy.

It pains me every time I think about you.

All those negative feelings which came with losing you—

Envy, hate, and vengeance.

But, life still goes on.

The sun will shine, and the moon still will rise.

This is just a ballad I would like to dedicate to my fallen.