R.I.P., A TRUE HOMIE

Lifes a bitch as I do see,
It's painful to loose a close homie.
It's times like this I wonder why he had to die,
at night Ii feel lonely, and I sit there in our favorite spot we used to talk
and sit there and cry.
Why did the lord take you from me,
was it to make me see what the gang life will do to me.
I didn't get the chance to tell you how I felt,
I loved you since I met you,
and i really appreciate when i had problems and you were ther to help.
I regret not telling you this before,
I keep on waiting for you
thinking any second now you'll be knocking on my door.
So just remember that wherever you are,
I'm going to be right there with you,
And that my love for you will always last forever and be true.
R.I.P

--Anonymous

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