My homeboy's murder remains unsolved,
Nothing I can do except continue to mourn,
Peace to my brother, my heart remains torn,
When folks in your faculty who put in work,
Are dusted and rested six feet in the dirt,
We feel some hurt but it isn't the same,
We're all well aware that it's part of the game,
But your closest roads that don't put it down,
That have no intention of claiming the town,
You broke bread with your partner who wasn't a crook,
It's different circumstance when they're took,
They choose to live square, they know that they're not
Cut out for the life that some of us bought,
We sell our integrity while theirs is in tact,
So when they get got we feel we've been jacked,
I lost several homies throughout my existence,
They made their decision to grind with persistence,
Or bang on the streets - they know but don't care,
That the grave or the pen could be their last fare,
I depend on my square friends to live as I'd like,
To not have to lay low whenever heat spikes,
Much more than a homeboy that man was my friend,
I just can't acknowledge that this is the end.
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