In Memory Pt. 2
Posted: Wed Jan 16, 2008 8:55 am
Four hours on a bus, you think it'd feel good to be home
Seein the next generation, n how much they've grown.
Not much had changed since last time we was down,
'Cept for how dazed shit seemed without Dal around
I mean, if nothing else, kid kept us entertained
Cocky motherfucker, but he took away the pain
It hits me then, this is it: i'm here to say goodbye
Take his brother by the hand, nows not the time to cry
As we get ready to finalize this shit in the funeral home,
These punks wanna patronize with full clips thinkin they grown
"Deal with it later."
"It's your lucky day, faggot"
Put my pride aside and enter my destiny, this'll be
the final moment with my boy, the last time I see
my partner in war, crime, and friend with benefits
at 11 years old. You paid us, we'd get ya shit
jackin everything in sight and choppin rock to fiends
Now his face is white and I feel like I've lost everything
I look down at my boy, kid took my first charge for assault
n I can't help but wonder if this shits partly my fault
I wasn't there to have his back, and he got robbed and caught
locked up, smashed to shit, left in B1 to rot.
The crew went big without the brains to back it up
Five became three, now two, as the coffin shuts.
I take his ma's hand and say "things will get better, i promise"
As a man goes out of his way to pass her a letter, "You'll want this"
Seein the next generation, n how much they've grown.
Not much had changed since last time we was down,
'Cept for how dazed shit seemed without Dal around
I mean, if nothing else, kid kept us entertained
Cocky motherfucker, but he took away the pain
It hits me then, this is it: i'm here to say goodbye
Take his brother by the hand, nows not the time to cry
As we get ready to finalize this shit in the funeral home,
These punks wanna patronize with full clips thinkin they grown
"Deal with it later."
"It's your lucky day, faggot"
Put my pride aside and enter my destiny, this'll be
the final moment with my boy, the last time I see
my partner in war, crime, and friend with benefits
at 11 years old. You paid us, we'd get ya shit
jackin everything in sight and choppin rock to fiends
Now his face is white and I feel like I've lost everything
I look down at my boy, kid took my first charge for assault
n I can't help but wonder if this shits partly my fault
I wasn't there to have his back, and he got robbed and caught
locked up, smashed to shit, left in B1 to rot.
The crew went big without the brains to back it up
Five became three, now two, as the coffin shuts.
I take his ma's hand and say "things will get better, i promise"
As a man goes out of his way to pass her a letter, "You'll want this"