Feeling Right but Really Blue. Crushing I lost a Family member Tru.
0For my G.
Feelings of me for you. Expressed openly blue.
The past. Long ago.
Troubled kids.
We met.
It was then and since then until our Death.
Our Fam.
Brothers and Sisters.
G'z, Lady G'z and our dedicated and sincere Baby G'z.
Chicago. Was a Soul Old Spirit of a Man.
A communicator. Socially bound to all the tangles of our construct.
He was everywhere when you weren't.
I'm Blue. So Tru. Words Formed with Plasma Lips can't Express you're missed.
K reflect Face to Face for Six, for a Folk. Kissed.
May his Soul of the Disciples for Inner City Organized Integrity Disciplined (D.I.C.O.I.D.) (D-coyed, Detroit)
be a lesson to the test in our time seen.
A TRU medicine natural for many men Keen.
Hidden in the threads of society been or seen.
In the 90's we were the Scribers on scene.
Apprentices young. The young dream.
Whether we were manipulated by hidden Higher hands of the many bands that make the total muscle...
Forever from Hsc to Bgd. Even all Rivals.
At Heart it was never with intent in harm.
More about disarm the piece than strong arm for Peace in our streets.
We were fighting for recognition that we were somehow the errors of the public.
We did not just listen to Public Enemy growing up in the class and neighborhood.
We became,
the Public Enemies of our Neighborhood Public.
That's always how the News, Movie and Songs play out.
But,
Real knows Real.
It has never been about their message or what they said yesterday 'till now.
As I feel my sag in brow.
The ridge is still firm in it's structure to learn from who and how?
We are the elders found.
Cured, Grown and Experienced to teach the youth Saint from Sow.
Professors and Philosophers in no Major Network Compound.
Rare is on the insides of the Round.
Ex is Exploringly Escaping the Majority Bound.
What's next?
Who's next?
I feel I will be tormented with the passings of all I knew real.
Now buried in the Ground.
Blue Flag Set Flagged for Folk.
The Code.
Words Formed with Plasma Lips
can't Express you're missed.
Geo my G, yo. No. Don't Go
Yes. Go.
G-Code Crip for a C-Note Dipped in Gold.
The Models of a Master's Mold.
Transport and Transfer the Real Soul.
Three Wheel it And Make a Right at the Light when we Roll.
We really gotta change the system of the World's control.
The many paths in life tighter but all the same in signs of electronic symbolic phenol.
I honestly feel my friend was lost the same as another religious is,
lost in the Fish Bowl.
Swimmin' to get out.
But in every pore and orifice we sweat can also drink from now in the land of worshipped devoul.
Good or Bad.
Light or Dark.
Black or White.
Fight or Flight.
Yes or No.
We live Binary but they Rule with proportional flow.
The methods of man.
Prime mates labeled Short Primates Primarily Promised...
Poop.
United they Divided the Know.
We must together as facets to the master cracked crystal.
Mend the men with our bleeding fists with the shards fistful.
When the fingers become crystal it's clear.
The crystals become flesh and we reverse their gear of blinding the blissful.
Grow.
Don't astray. Remain.
Near. Neo.