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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 fuck these niggas touch G I just left him why them fuck 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