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    LAST WILL

    Will

    Gimme the quill

    these words will be heard 

    when I am gone

    bitch niggaz  live 2 die

    warriors live on

     

    Dear God 

    as I write this letter

    it could be my last will

    the world made me drink  poison

    from the cup

    and I've had my fill

    so called friends stood over me

    makin sure not a drop was spilled

    begged the world 2 chill

    it pizzed in my grill

    never have I hurt anyone

    cuz i know the man I am

    no grey

    I would give my life

    4 those i love 2 live another day

     

     

    Momma be proud 

    of the man  you raised

    I will be bajan until I die

    and put in the grave

    but dont bury me 

    burn me do the creamate

    throw my ashes 

    to the memory of a defiant slave

    with 40 lashes

    resigned to his fate

    momma I always  said  

    the love you save is the love you make

    but the world hates 

    a love that refuses to break

    even when we didnt speak

    I knew I was loved

    only a momma can have a brothers back

    when push comes 2 shove

    remember I came 2 you in tears

    when my marriage broke apart

    you comforted your youngest son

    even though it broke your heart

    aint nobody can tell me 

    you not a queen

    cuz you faced the world with defiance

    and refused 2 be mean

    so know you have always been

    my role model to whom I aspire

    I will love you until my heart stops beating

    and my breath expires

     

    Little daughter

    I only live for you

    gotta make damn sure 

    that you make it through

    I see your grace under pressure

    and it makes me proud

    remember that when my body is 

    wrapped in burial shrouds

    no one can touch your spirit 

    long as I breathe

    the devil cant mess with thee

    you are here by a supreme decree

    and I will one day see

    you crowned a queen

    either floating on a cloud

    or part of this wretched scene

    I will always protect ya

     

    Dear Ex,

    much respect

    damn we almost had it all

    but love can't prepare

    young hearts for the fall

    so much time wasted

    trying to vent

    until the summer of love

    becomes the winter of discontent

    but know this

    no femme I was with

    could call out out of your name

    not without me gettin 

    quietly insane

    you almost died

    to have my seed

    apologized to me 

    as you internally bleed

    we had our time together

    but it was time 2 move on

    I pray all your dreams come true

    for every star you wish upon

     

    as for my blood brothers

    and soul kin

    where would I be 

    without you men

    we stand strong 

    2 belong

    in this world of sin

    only we truly know 

    how much being a black man hurts

    but we shout fuck the world

    and get ready for work

    taking care 

    in the midst of despair

    knowing life aint fair

    but we know it takes  two eyes

    to make a pair

    and we see the prize

    and we will get over 

    even if it means our demise

    you know how we do

    I am through

     

    yo...fuck the rhyme

    yo devil mr say fake tan

    fuck you man

    you been around a long azz time

    even tried to tempt the christ

    and yeah I gotta admit 

    you have done one helluva job

    robbing humanity 

    of basic human decentcy

    but..you never got to me

    I saw right through you

    because my love of the supreme

    overcame your hatred

    so check this out

    I aint runnin from you

    cuz on the real 

    you cant kill what the supreme created

    in his image

    all you can do is try to convince 

    us to kill ourselves

    and you runnin out of tricks

    one last thing to say I suppose

    in the name of my father

    two middle fingaz and toes

    cuz while you was paying attention to me

    you didnt bother 2 look behind you

    yeah..what would Jesus do

    vengeance is mine sayeth the lord

    and the Lord is right here 

    protecting me

     

    Anybody out there going through hell

    remember this

    you can only die if you refuse to live

    so get up

    walk proud 

    and if the world dont dig your stroll

    its kool

    cuz they dont have control

    over your will 2 live

    what God gives

    no one can take away

    unless you give it away

    or sell it

    or sell out....

     

    I am out..fade to black

    black 2 the bone nah mean

     

     

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