This piece isnt that good, its just a sort of letter ive written to one of my homeboys Adam (god rest his soul.) I havent talked to him in a while, so i decided to write him a letter and fill him on stuff... i think i could've done better... but i cant seem to express myself that good on this...
Remember the times when we used to sit on the porch,
Late night, no light, just a blunt for a torch,
Blazin till the early hours of day break,
Talking shit about life and how we gon’ make it,
Never knew that down the line, ill be left all alone,
No voice on the phone line just the cut dead tone,
I know I tell you this everyday,
I miss you dawg, why u have 2 go away?
It was supposed to be us runnin these streets,
Bombin on niggaz, blazin the heats,
Now I have 2 listen to fuckers runnin they mouth,
Murder any1 who disrespects u and that’s my vow,
Havin to put up with haters, sayin hizzo copped out,
Nigga I was lost in the game, this aint what lifes about,
Getting my ass thru university so I can succeed in this game,
Longin for the street life, and the ghetto fame,
Yo the old crew done gone split up, and now its just me
You was holdin us together, is this how its supposed to be
Big T got a kid now and so has nigga P,
I know u won’t believe but Kane is an office clerk,
Shit I thought this boy was gonna get merced,
Shits changed around here, I don’t even recognise my own block,
Baby mama’s on the corners, kids carrying glocks,
What happened to the days when we was runnin this spot?
I seen your mother a few months ago, she getting by,
But still heart broken I can see it in her eyes,
She glad to see my ass leavin the hood,
Telling me life in this ghetto, is anything but good,
Sophie sure growin up now, shes turning 18,
Remember we used to pick on her the shit was real mean,
Yo Adam, give my big pops a shout,
Make sure ben and dutchy are still thuggin it out
And make sure ur big brutha is stayin off that shit
And tell zoe I miss her, look after her… she’s only a kid
Heaven sent you all, just like it stole,
You left me broken hearted and damaged my soul,
Remember the times when we used to sit on the porch,
Late night, no light, just a blunt for a torch,
Blazin till the early hours of day break,
Talking shit about life and how we gon’ make it,
Never knew that down the line, ill be left all alone,
No voice on the phone line just the cut dead tone,
I know I tell you this everyday,
I miss you dawg, why u have 2 go away?
It was supposed to be us runnin these streets,
Bombin on niggaz, blazin the heats,
Now I have 2 listen to fuckers runnin they mouth,
Murder any1 who disrespects u and that’s my vow,
Havin to put up with haters, sayin hizzo copped out,
Nigga I was lost in the game, this aint what lifes about,
Getting my ass thru university so I can succeed in this game,
Longin for the street life, and the ghetto fame,
Yo the old crew done gone split up, and now its just me
You was holdin us together, is this how its supposed to be
Big T got a kid now and so has nigga P,
I know u won’t believe but Kane is an office clerk,
Shit I thought this boy was gonna get merced,
Shits changed around here, I don’t even recognise my own block,
Baby mama’s on the corners, kids carrying glocks,
What happened to the days when we was runnin this spot?
I seen your mother a few months ago, she getting by,
But still heart broken I can see it in her eyes,
She glad to see my ass leavin the hood,
Telling me life in this ghetto, is anything but good,
Sophie sure growin up now, shes turning 18,
Remember we used to pick on her the shit was real mean,
Yo Adam, give my big pops a shout,
Make sure ben and dutchy are still thuggin it out
And make sure ur big brutha is stayin off that shit
And tell zoe I miss her, look after her… she’s only a kid
Heaven sent you all, just like it stole,
You left me broken hearted and damaged my soul,
