I remember when we used to day dream as kids all the time
At the playground after school, thinking life would be just fine
But our paths diverged and you chose a life of crime
Now the last memory I have of you is a chalk outline
You weren’t the last of my friends who chose the way of the outlaw
Most of the lads followed you, now they’re also no more
Drive-bys, and botched robberies, public shootouts with the police
Lived and died by the sword, those were preventable tragedies
Now I visit your sons, these cats are all grown men.
Living the life we dreamt of all the way back when.
Your daughters are educators, generational movers and shakers
They are the real deal, like the showtime Lakers.
Your kids have achieved so much, but I can’t give you credit
Their success ain’t your legacy, this was all on their own merit
I had to flee this mess, give this life my best
So I never got to lay any of you guys to rest
Now I’m here at your graveside, and I have no regrets
But for the memory of our friendship, I must pay my last respects.
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