When I heard the word it at Kerm's, Shorty said, "Oh, my Lord," layin' on the curb on a hundred and twenty-third, bled, dead to the world. Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares. Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories. I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone. I love you to death, but I wish you could have seen through your troubles, and it's hard to say good-bye to another Bone. Not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles, like you Wally.
And I'm askin' the good Lord "Why?" and sigh, He told me we lived to die.
Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that **** like men, 'cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend.Ĭome and take a good look deep into these thuggish ruggish eyes. And I gotta give hate to ya gangstas out there fakin' the funk, actin' like you got a problem, but your just too goddamned drunk. Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away. And a ***** gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some ******-up thangs. Even ****** in the hood is no good, put one to your own homie's brain.
One, two, three, Wally rest in peace, please.Ĭan a ***** tell me why so many my ****** had to die, so much pain. But so did my *****, my *****-he's gone, and all he left was his memories. I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked oh no, a ***** ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for. But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'em? I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum. I'll never get over what some ***** told me: "Did you know that you're *****, Wally, got pap pap at put in a coffin?" No! Why my ***** took a fall? Saw my ***** tryin' to swang them dums, (in the war) so we lost him. My *****, just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the Crossroad. And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone.
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