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"death of a friend"

it was 1994

when i opened my door

there u were

u ask me to come outside

but i was afraid

i didn't know if u

wanted to kick my hide

or if u were on my side



but i took the chance

and we became best friends



we started growing up

went through middle school

and through high school

we were crazy, actin the fool

u were family

i loved u



then something changed

u joined a gang

we no longer could hang

we became a estranged

are bond was broken

u became another

ghetto token

property of the streets



we grew apart

no longer feeling

from the heart



sunday i heard the news

its seems u capped some one

and his peeps are back

to collect there dues

gang time blues

your life was through



your mom called me crying

said u was in the hospital

dying



i rushed down to u

but i was to late

the world had lost u

i didn't know what to do

i was dazed and confused

i broke down

wondering why?

we had not rebuilt

are friendship

before u died



i met u for the last time

as they lowered u

in a coffin made of pine

i could vistit u

at the grave yard

but to stare a peice of stone

would be way to hard



i miss u

your my bro

why did u have to go