Rest in to my niggas who gone, forever you gon live on through this song You gon live on
Marqeese rest in peace my lil homie marqeese [x4]
[Hook:] When the weight of the worlds on your shoulder You can't look back at all See the world as a hole that's gettin colder I watched you in your child hood gettin older(take a look into your life) This one goes out to all my fallen soldiers
[Verse 1:] Yo, my little homie marqeese he was a trusted soldier, Had the whole world on his shoulder Took him under my wing, I watched him gettting older Watched you disagree with the school system Them fools don't listen, they thought you was I'll n The truth is that you was brilliant Ya mom, you must forgive her she loved you I know this world can be ugly, she did the best she could I put that on the hood, see he wanted organization The streets was there to imbrace him So we tied that blue bandana on his face, then for life Married to the block took a oath made her his wife Then she stabbed him throught the heart with a knife Ain't that a bitch? See it's war fare on flatbush & clarkson Eye on the scope heart of a lion see you niggas is marksmen You shoulda missed a few niggas and hit up a few pigs Politcal education underdigg I really want to say this to the face of them niggas Ya'll don't know me, why you had to kill my little f*cking homie? Marqeese
[Verse 2:] Rest in peace, Can't bring you back but drink this yak And I'm thinkn bout back in the day And I wonder how it woulda been if my homie padre never woulda past away When they put them bullets in ya, that night I remember when I got that call I was sittin on the edge of my girl bed, and I could'ntbelieve they shot my dogg I wish I coulda been by your side on the night you died If I coulda been reincarnated as a 45 I woulda opened fire But everything happen for a reason every thing got a time and a season It all boil down to what you believe in, you only got a lil time to achieve it So hope a nigga find some kind of peace where ya at, cause only peace here is tha gat And it only get worse when you poor and you black and the system is holding you back If it ain't the young homie with a strap, it's the punk police that'll shoot you in the back Too many homies get deep in the game, get caught up in a trap and they never come back But life is a winding road everybody got a time to go all a nigga could do is ride out and persevere Grinding mode But now you free so rest in peace, my nigga R.I.P and if there is a heaven for a G say a prayer for me (Padre)
Rest in to my niggas who gone, forever you gon live on through this song You gon live on [repeat]
This for my homies who ain't here... [x2]
... Rest In Peace...