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Last time we spoke

Last time we spoke

I sat the seet choked 

That and a placebo 

I shoulda spoke 

But we just toked 

We did bro.


Damn.. like.


Like It all seemed good 

Same ol in the hood,

Ratches bitches and retarded beefs 

Bumpin off an mp3 

we sippin too we fuckin geeked.


But that was all last week 

And now your past 

Has caught up to ya.


I guess it was on the mirror..

I tried to be it my self,

That shit that kills 

And survivas guilt 

And now that shit has spilled.



It never settles when it’s built,

Not when you can’t be your own support 

Of course, I woulda lied on the floor 

Wit ya.

Seeing ambulance lights 

It has your ambients

Now, I see ya 

An everything 

You brought to us.

Laughter and tears 

And all of the peers 

Are wishin you well 


Since the last time we spoke.


Last time we spoke

I sat in the seet 

choked

I wanted to say more 

But of course 

There’s once more. 


I meant to tell ya..

I love ya..


And much more..


Your life was cut short 

And I was just sure 

We’d make it through this

I woulda taken ya away 

Or stood in the way 


Yo I got the news today!

I shouldn’t have 

none to say 

Cause, what’s the point if you don’t hear it?

Im thinkin I could hear it 

Your voice from outside 

But now I must except


I’ll be the example 

You said, I guess I kinda earned it 

But I never learned if 

You really meant what you said..


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