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I'm not saying that I agree with what they did
Just saying I've learned not to judge a people for how they grieve
Learned not to judge the hood for how it loves you back
Love from the hood

And honor only bestowed on those who showed the
Hood the most unwavering of Loyalties
I'm talking street niggas
Most literally from cradle to grave
Most literally from corner to corridor
Most literally niggas who hugged the
Block in their last moments gassing for air

This be the illest shit I ever wrote
Cause I'm speaking bout the illest nigga I ever known
Cezz the god salute that
If I had one wish I'd bring it back

Reminiscing bout them days in the trap
In the back of the act rapping
You used to tell me dub spit them bars
Tried to convince me everyday shoot for the stars
You like Kobe stood a chance but Jordan the God
And rap would be dead if it wasn't for Nas
Old fly ass nigga
Never goodbye my nigga
You earned your wings
Birds fly high my nigga

Right before yellow tapes make suspect of their bodies sprawled on cement
If the hood loves you shell make a monument of this location
They will bring teddy bears
Well wishes and heavy hearts
This is now sacred ground
To be renamed as memorial and landmark
This is no longer Jefferson Avenue
But where twin got shot

This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Cause I'm speaking bout the realest nigga I ever known
Goldie I feel like you owe me
You left me too soon my nigga
You shoulda told me

Poker game dealing with the devil
We all in five o clock in the morning
Why spot calling the news crush me
Why the f*ck these niggas touch G
I just left him why them f*ck niggas did not touch me
The good die young in the hood they from
Why that night my nigga goldie didn't have his gun
Why the shooter shot the realest nigga under the sun
Why the shooter shot the realest nigga under the sun gold

For the next six nights you will see candles like this space holly
Into the wind blows it silent
Into the amber it's blown in the direction of the summons next casualty
If the hood loves you she will write it in tombstone text
A boy's face and childhood nickname will be written in script
Across a double XL white tee
Ain't it funny how quickly death becomes fashionable
A testament to how tragic memories don't fade
Even in a washing machine you can expect your closest kin
To tattoo your name in the most visible of places
Your birthday and Roman numeral will kiss the left side of your little sisters collarbone
Long before a boy ever does in grief read graffiti murals
That's how Biggie and Pac got faces in places that they never called home

I know boys who have bore the weight of Paul Berra
Long before the rigors of college
But the most famous of us
Will have streets named in our honor
But that don't mean that I agree with what they did
That just means I've learned not to judge a people for how they grieve
Learned not to judge the hood
For how it loves you back

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