𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍

We live in a society where life is less valued and stories of death seems like an anthem to us, burials is now a party and everyone is almost addicted to it. The vultures are all fed up, body bags littered everywhere as if we're on a war zone police carting dead bodies away as if that's where their work is centered on. The street is messy, everybody is now an enemy, the cops that's made to protect us are now the main threat we face everyday.

I can keep the list going, my eyes are wet, my heart bleeds. How long will this continue, we now fear our root, the hood getting scary. Blood littered around, gang clash, niggas getting addicted in drugs but few still choose to take a different path. Out of ignorance we chose the wrong path and now we're back with our senses we're denouncing the game we once embraced, what a blind way to end a beautiful life.

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In life we always believe in change which doesn't always come easy, most times shit gets crazy in the environment we find ourself and we tend to make some shift so we can think clear and allow the new environment to effect new thoughts in our mind. We always crave to live a better life but we need a new environment, a place far away from this ghetto.

Life is not what it always seems to be, especially when we lost someone we love, it was like a dream when I got the message that a nigga is down, we're used to it but never knew it was closer this time, damn this is the last person I expected it to be though I don't wish evil for anyone but some situation is irresistible and we can't predict the future.

Hope for the best but expect the worst, that's the life we live in, this is a nigga that was living the country in few weeks time and it hurts to see that his life was taken by some bad ass gangs who don't like the success of a fellow nigga, some young lads who has swore never to leave the old way.

We've all made mistake in the past, well the society has turned us against ourselves. The worst fact is this shít happens everyday but it now seems normal to us until it happens to someone we love. A saying says "you don't really understand the pains until you feel the pain" and when you see the corpse of another it seems like stick until you see that of your real OG.

But my message is clear, even though you're gone, we're still brothers. It's a debt we all owe but I hope to see you in paradise in the near future, I still hear that sound from the crowd echoing your name, if death were sleep probably you'll be around to cheer in glory, but we're still friends bro, remembering the day they took life out of a nigga, still feels like dream but it's real and we just have to accept it. I feel like taking back the hands of time but that's also impossible.

I tried to black it out but it plays again, truly when it's real, the feelings is hard to conceal. Can't imagine all the pain I feel, what a life to take, what a bond to break. See you again dude, got a lot of stories to share but that'll be until we meet again in a better world that's free from foes, bad government. We'll roll with our real OGs.

𝐼𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡𝒉𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑... 𝙃𝙀𝙉𝙍𝙔 𝙀𝙂𝘽𝘼𝙆𝙐 who was shot by gangsters.

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