Saturday, July 24, 2010

I miss...

I miss... Smokin' blunts bacc on the hill...
I miss... 'cause those g'z made me feel real...
I miss... Our walks around the fort...
I miss... Jaccin' fools just for sport...
I miss... My big sis', we could talk for days...
I miss you... But, again you changed yo' ways...
I miss my li'l sis'... Girl, we were true fam'...
I miss you... But a gay made you not give a damn...
I miss... Chillin' at my place for days and nights...
From Ghetto priest to the day I lost my fights...
I miss... Flyin' smoked bacons, pizza and gummy bears...
I miss it to, dude, the way we used to share...
Our lives... From A to the Z and bacc...
I miss the times when we had a full sacc...
Of weed... I miss... That flyin' around town...
I miss... All those troubles couldn't bring me down...
I miss... Japanese garden and chills...
Across the bridge... And all the time we used to kill...
Just chillin around... I miss my girl brotha M...
Killin' peggs, dissin' fags, just not givin' damn...
I miss my life... This shit's killin' yo' nigga...
I miss my people... You're the only thing between my hand and a trigger...

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