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RIP PECO
I lay my head down for seconds,
today I received a phone call,
the voice on the other side,
simply said che
the homie is gone,
the voice of a tiger
got rapidly replace
to the voice of the most smallest mice,
my heart felt a sting
of the most venomous snake,
my legs got weak,
the world began to twirl
so I needed to sit and chill,
for today I am writing this lines,
the familia say there last good byes,
you almost made it bro,
you almost survive,
had open your eyes,
and saw that the life
was to good to simply fuck up,
now your daughters would grow
without a father,
your wife would miss his husband,
yet you know familia
would provided with anything in site,
I would like for you to make some room,
as I know ill stand in front of you,
would love to go
in that whole and chill with you,
yet I have to move on,
I will remind myself of your words,
the ones as I was in my dark days,
simply changed to clouds of light rain,
my brain cant react,
3 days ago I said whats up,
now I stand in mother earths skin
and say good bye,
the homies will throw there blue rags,
the ladies would cover your cajon
with white fresh roses naturally grown,
when your new home is vacant
I would read you the lines,
place them on your room
next to the engraved rock,
for I would come back
and would listen to what your views,
hope you rest in a better place,
be safe and remember your place,
survive in the land,
where you would open your eyes,
and I would like for you to guide us
through our lifes
