Look how far I came ' but life without you bro ain't the SAME
they had to close the casket ' it was so much pain
for the last time we saw your FACE ' gone at a young age ' feels like YESTERDAY
Gaza Sparta
you turned 21 I'm 25 ' we started hustling and got so much HATE
dear bro one day I will see you at heavens gate
still outside you was plotting ' even when it was LATE
your mother always said ' you so stubborn ' but she keep the faith
you always told me "BRO JUST KEEP IT SAFE"
but I was confused when I heard ' bro your body got laid
"crime scene in the hood " whitechalk with yellow tape ' the hood was not suprise course their knew your WAYS ' that's how life is on the flats in the Cape
guess you my angel ' watching over me
life is restricted because of colours of clothes , chains and ROASERIES
well known up in the rustdene STREET
"they couldn't take it how you hustling so easy " when you was just a kid
you tried to bought a car ' but I had to tell you stay under the radar for the POLICE
"we sold out by every end of the week"
expensive hustle ' but look your death came so CHEAP
"everybody could vouch for you bro " just by the way you treat
"whenever you do a meet and GREAT"
I'm still wandering around these hoods ' sometimes writing texts raps "I WISH YOU COULD READ"
been a while since I visited BYO Town ' course it ain't safe now
you be a corpse on the flats ' that's without no DOUBT
"the path you choose was so dark " your mom wished that you could reroute
but it's too late NOW ' goone too soon but your mom PROUD
you really hustled so young ' I mean when with you there was no clout
I became anti social ' you my heavenly FRIEND
you was chosen bro that's why God grabbed you with his hand
we was outside in the hood ' instead of studying for EXAMS
kept always a eye out for your fam
RIP richard
