Epitaph

bumping ‘R U still down’
as ‘I get around’
replenish my hope that was gone

from your ‘Thug luv’
trying to rise above
the gutter that’s my home

expanding in my soul from ‘Pain’
standing in the rain
getting soaked sitting on the curbs

as my CD laser
plays ‘Hellrazor’
my turmoil expressed by your words

embed souvenirs
as I ‘Shed so many tears’
listening to ‘Smile’

’On my block’
caressing my glock
whistling ‘Thug style’

‘Only God can judge me’
in the dark chanting ‘Hail mary’
confined to this ‘Hell for a hustla’

‘Going crazy’
where ‘Brenda’s got a baby’
in every hood and I combust with her

‘Dear mama’
'Trapped’ in this ‘Me against the world’ drama
‘They don’t give a fuck about us’

‘In this life I lead’
writing ‘Letter’s to my unborn seed’
as I ‘Struggle’ to adjust

motivated by his passion
while ‘Lost Souls’ asking
when will the rain turn to sunshine

‘Pour out a little liquor’
urging me to move quicker
ducking one time

in my ‘Ambition as a rider’
I’m a outsider
watching ‘Death around the corner’

‘How long will they mourn me’
as I hear poetry
at funerals a mourner

‘Staring through my rearview’
I still hear you
and your hymns calling

losing the focus in my soul and
I can’t ‘Picture me rollin’
worrying about ‘Str8 ballin’

tripping ‘Riding on my Enemies’
fuck the critics sipping on Hennesy
the bottle I clutch

trying to be strong ‘Against all odds’
now you belong to God
thanks from me and all the people you touched

ready to let go
spinning in the eddy of the ghetto
alone in the streets

‘Until the end of time’ your lessons
answering my questions
can a ‘Rose grow from concrete’...

thanx for planting poetic seeds in my mind, telling poetry as if in my pocket
sad day when you died, so many unwritten words...
R.I.P