| The moment you squeezed the trigger, I felt dissed
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| How the hell could you be so selfish,
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| the current events that led up to this moment
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| You masqueraded your death wish,
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| you ain’t think I had the mental capacity
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| To comprehended your troubles and theft ness
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| So subtle I’m breathless, Imma be just like you was my old model
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| That was before you murked my best friend, big cousin and role model
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| Left my soul hollow, now I hold bottles of E and J
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| And drown myself in this alcoholic slow sorrow
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| And I find myself not taking sips, but whole swallows
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| And my outlook on life’s meaning is so shallow
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| You led by example
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| Your life was the blueprint I was supposed to go follow
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| Back to fishing due to the fact you missing
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| At a crossroads 'cause at the wake of your untimely demise
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| You sent me on a backwards mission
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| Shit, I only pray that Allah has mercy on your soul
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| upon his acquisition
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| I can’t help but find it suitable cursing
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| You fucked up a beautiful person
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| And still on judgment day I pray your sole gets acquitted
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| Without question I’ll always love you,
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| I just hate the horrible act you committed
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| I’ll cry you a river
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| If not, then this song I’ll try and deliver
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| I’m still in denial, you can’t die you my nigga
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| I’m all out of liquor so I’m pouring out my heart to you… my nigga
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| I’d be lying through my grill if I said it’s been all lovely
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| It ain’t all good it’s been a slow recovery
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| Except when I’m drunk and bubbly
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| Although on certain days I swear I feel your brotherly
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| spirit hover above me
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| Shit, I almost died seven years ago
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| Think God point you when he said prevention for my
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| divine intervention
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| If not, then God I wish you do such
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| Lately I’ve been |