*Disclaimer: This was written for a fellow brotha of words & knowledge of this great art of ours named BLEEK. Who passed back in Feb. of this yr. I didn't know this brotha well...But, I thought I'd shotout a fallen soldier in the struggle life. R.I.P. Wordsmith. (tell me if I did him some justice with this Rain).

They say a writer will never die...
Thats what I hear.
They say a writer will never die cause his body of work speak for him.
I've also been told the same thing about a poet.
So tell me, tell me how can a man named Bleek with a gift of miricle wordplay
speak visions so clearly,
but couldn't foresee his demise?
Keeping his eyes on the prize becoming a runaway dream we can see will take an eternity to catch.

How can a blessing to a family and friends..
be sanctioned from the disease of nature we call life?
See sometimes being a prophet of words & knowledge,
Sometimes you can't foresee
the demise during your rise.
Showing that such a young blade of wisdom would bleed, would bleed miricle bloodstain of a spiritual nature into our minds and hearts of his brethren...

I didn't so, how can a young branch like me
be made to shed splinters of sorrow for this poetree. That was cut down before his time.

Somebody tell me...wasn't enough rings in his bark for an unconscious hell to take a bite out of.
So, tell me this happened for a reason;
cause the seasoning in my minds heart right now isn't simmering propper
but who gave mother nature that right...?

She makes us and also lets the reaper take us, as our estranged father time masterbaits us
until the point of numbness right now.
As the biblical proverb goes,
"everything happens for a reason."
He was was one of the children Whitney sung about. By finding strengh in love...of poetry speaking words that are the healing food to your temple.

Tell me why did this messenger of God have to be given up like a passing fad?
To someone he was Dad, cousin, nephew, uncle.
A bunker of devestation in frustration surrounding us. I stand here in disgust....
But trust, my ties may not run deep with you
Though if possible I wouldn't have let that cumsucker lucifer creep on you with his
semi automatic busting illness bullets of death. Cause he sure caught you without your bullshit-proof vest!

We may not have been related by blood, but you are my brotha in words & knowledge.
And a priviliged, honorary...member in this...spoken soldier's army!!