A CAPELLA VERSE:

I once met this fool at eleven years old

Short kid, big heart saturated in Gold

Gallivanting in the streets in ridiculous heat

With a handful of silvers, falling short from a feed

But we was coolin', I couldn't even pick out a problem

We were to young to give a fuck and immature to solve em

Just regular kids then growing up together

Friendship turned to brotherhood, I hold that forever

Right in my chest, protected like bulletproof vest

I'ma rep his presence until I be greeted with death

I will never accept I lost my G to depression

Muthafuck that disease and suicidal expression!

But in saying that I could never hate on his actions

But I hate the fact that the world allowed this to happen

For me to carry my G beside his little brother

And seeing the tears flowing from the father and his mother

That fucked me up mentally man, I'm still recovering

As well as many others out there still suffering...

I miss you dawg, but I'm glad you're at ease

Save me a spot up there in heaven when my soul is released

Rest In Peace..