How could it end? Shocked i cant pretend like i ain’t have to hear it again..
And now i see it on the news the block took my best friend//
We were one in the same, whom grew up in this game,
The wake is on Friday my head looms fused in remembrance and shame//
I never been religious where I’m going isn’t a worry,
But now I’m at the ceremony saying Hail Mary’s while he buried//
Say what you got to... try to make thing correct,
Saw his mom blaming me.. No lie i just wanted to pay respect//
Damn the shit never ends it don’t cease,
Staring at your body looking so much at peace//
Lost so many this year, you were still wet behind the ear/
Angels so near, closed eyes shed tears,
Fear.. What do i say at your eulogy?
Usually I’m dressed casually now i stand a man
Addressing such a sad casualty//
Stand in a 3 piece say my god bless and rest in peace//
Wish i could take the pain away for your fame offer them some release.
To say the least...
I wanted to curse you but that would be cursing myself,
Admitting I’m jealous you escaped from this hell//
The situation in general, you were the god this should be my funeral//
This world a warzone, but where you’re going i know you'll find home,
Tony Raul Vega it’s a shame i didn’t know your name till i saw the tombstone
Can’t believe you’re gone! My grandmother was a blessed Angel in my mind
Death’s first surprise for me in life, I didn’t ever truly think or realize
That there was something past the valley in life, a thing that transcended time
Never gave a moment’s thought to immortal souls until I had to cry
Over you, Now You’re gone and all I have left is memories and time to ponder
Over the place your kind face, good hear, and morals of honor did wander
I hope now, that your essence lies in wait for your grandson in the heaven I was taught of
Hope you’re seeing that I’m leading life like I remember the way that I was brought up
Because even though you’re departed I remember the joy I felt as a boy
I’ve steered clear from the elaborate ploy of the uneducated void
Applied myself like you asked me to, on your deathbed
I know it’s wrong but there’s so many people I’d trade, to take your stead
In the afterlife, but God, I asked him twice, three times to no avail
The time waiting to meet you in heaven has become my living Hell
My encroaching jail; the day you left my heart was all but impaled
I couldn’t help but wail and the wound festers still, will it heal? Only time will tell
All I know is that I miss you….
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