Boom

One shot took out my pops

Layed there dead

Nobody called the cops

It was every man for them selves

It was either struggling

Or being Locked up up in cells

Chains would never contain their anger

Escape was merely a future

Rather than something impossible

What would be left of them

Would be unstoppable

Believin in dreams

He was the prodigal

Walked with his head up

Yeah he was worried

But his confidence, and perseverance

Was never blurry

Goes out to the man

The man

To the man who stayed strong

And stayed right with God

When everyone else was wrong

Went out on a limb

He was steady holdin on

Gang signs

Headlines

Rapped up in these crimes

A true MVP

Consistently focused

On one thing

And one thing only

To get through the struggle

And make it homie

THis goes to the man

The man who made this possible

Brotherhood is unstoppable

Dreams come true

Its a legacy we've created

Given to the next generation to never be traded

The world is ours

To never be debated