The Killing Of Dickie

I still see this face till this day
Dark and handsome pretty boy Floyd
cool and laid back, never brash or loud
brave to a fault, never foolish in his resolve  
Dickie mi friend nuff curry goat we eat
walked the school halls mad girls we'd meet
use to say how much he favored Tenor Saw mi breddren
never in no argument our time we'll spent
crew love to the maximum  
dancehall sound clash VHS and Cassette tape swapping  
youth man promotion, stero'one and king jammy ideolizing  
Yo twin I think I might make a money move, strictly summer ting
Mi a beg yuh don't chase the fast dollars iddren  
Dickie say "man a big man," even though we sixteen yr old children  
summertime come Dickie gone do some hustling  
Come back a High School mi hear say Dickie done living
Bumboclaat them here news is one wicked hurtful sum ting  
Fucked up mi whole school year, couldn't stop tearing