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R.I.P. Mookie
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My Starters Gang violence, street fights, drug deals and hate
What goo comes off of this slate?
A mother losing her son to 4 bullet wounds to the chest
Me losing a friend who I never got to meet
He was only 18 when God took him away
It was the cold soul of a Blood who helped God do the honors
And there he was laying in a pool of blood
Friends crying, people screaming, a family slowly dying
Two weeks from then he could have walked down the aisle and proudly turn his tassel
But now, looking at his memorial is even a hassle
So if this is what the Devil wanted, then I hope you're happy
Because of YOU I know that's something that I will ever be
