*Fuck all the clever metaphors....this one is straight from the heart...Love u DOUGH...Rest In Paradise*

I'm penning this piece with pure tears...You would think my ink was invisible...
Cuz BIC hasn't created a pen worthy enough to write for this individual...
So I sliced my tear ducts open from the left to the right...
And let my heart leak from the creases so the beats could choreograph conjunctions of insight...

He lived a Hard Knock Life far from cream and peaches.
Hugged the block all day and night and in his spare time scribed a gangsta's thesis.
He followed the 10 Crack Commandments whie using his 3rd eye to duck the Green Team.
Whispering silently hoping the Chi city wind would reach God and relay his street dreams.

He was a marathon runner...sprinting down a track that wasn't quite right.
Jumping over hurdles just to make sure his seeds was eating right.
Not quite sure if he had a wife but if he did...I'm sure her smile shined bright...
With a man like that by your side...any bitch would be honored to rock that dress of pure white.

He penned gritty tales of pain, struggle and strife...
Had u sayin' to yourself...DAMN..."This Can't Be Life"
And I dare anyone to say they aint feel him when he asked "Do y'all understand what my life like"
His was real...his legacy...signed and sealed.
Had a heart warm as summer even on nights when he had to grip the cold steel...

He nourished my brain with his words and I digested his diction like it was my last meal...
Now I know how a folded American flag within a weeping mothers hands feels.
A fallen soldier...no longer here in the flesh all we have left is poetic words and pictures...
To bring you back I know your "Bonnie" would even burn up her bible scriptures...

I'm tryin' to give up the liquor but tonight I downed countless shots of gin...
Trying to drown the thoughts of losing you manifesting within.
But the pain still floats and comes up to the surface...
The tears renting space in your son's eyes got me questioning life and its purpose.

They say your heart was attacked...I say you just loved too much...
You left fingerprints embedded on the wrists of every person's life that you touched.
And I'll never wash my hands cuz I want your soul to exist beneath my fingertips.
That way every time I pen a rhyme you will be there to bless the ink when it drips...

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