A man breath's his last breath, and what's left?
darkness and silence, he meets his death
because when the gun went off, my life was lost
everything got bitch black, like the light's went off
-Philly®
A Friend Till The End
Now, Chris was always the one to bring a smile to faces
he'd win by miles in races, often times get wild in places
and it was known, when out in public we were soldiers
he had my back when there were troubles on my shoulders
suddenly its over, don't want to dwell on how sudden it ends
but it seems like just the other day we were hugging as friends
during school he was quicker than most, and tougher than all
and it didn't matter, the bigger they were the harder they'd fall
nowadays, when thinking upon and at it, my laugh is automatic
how quickly he could switch from chilling out right back to acrobatic
damn, yeah we were kin true, did i tell you he had a twin too?
its a spin dude, when i think of what the other has been through
now i could shrug it off like a jacket, but i have never pretended
it didnt shatter my heart, that he was shot while left unattended
im sure it was exciting, they would find a shotgun like.. damn yo
unloaded, but Chris was resourceful and he found them some ammo
picked up a newspaper, flipped the pages i dared them to be wrong
headlines read "A Twin Brothers Game That Went Terribly Wrong"
define what a sin is, if started don't know if i would be able to finish
how would i begin it?, damn if God would just give us a minute
so i know, what happens when the gangster magic gets gory
I'm actually sorry that i cant say this isn't a totally factual story
so people lend me an ear, and whether you care or just skip me
I'll just tell you that hes no longer here and yet i carry him still with me
R.i.p Chris.. I'll always love you - Mike
P.s Remember the saying we used to say?!
Time after time, again and again..
..together forever you'll still be my friend
A Brother Till The End
He stuck with me, from elementary through adolescence
each of us growing constantly wiser from each other’s presence
my Brother, we passed blunt to mic, rhymes we’d write and recite
with a plight to always stay real despite all of our senseless fights
it’s easier to reminisce on hanging and chilling with my realest man
than trying to figure out how a nigga could just take him From the fam
and thinking we was so ready to die and leave the entire scheme
until we realized that our dark desires wasn’t what they seemed
I felt helpless, watching him hurt and the doctor so calm
I was confused, his blood still drying on my tainted palms
and when he Left, my outlook was shattered by his death
feeling that god had committed a crime similar to theft
how can I explain, being somewhat lonely the rest of my days
when life continued to pass me by in a blurry and sad daze
impossible to push through, I tried to get dropped too, left high school
stole a radio, did two months in juvy, my mind grew
I reconciled with him, hard not to cry at his tombstone and grave
sat on the grass an gazed, trying to keep old and secret memories saved
pictured him with god doing better things and leaving our hell
knowing he looking down on me making sure i’m doing well
and when I look back, it’s easier to process through my mind
happy To remember our best days and abundant good times
grateful to the lord that my brother's demise didn’t make me blind
as I pray for my brother through every single one of my lines
R.i.p Chris.. Your still in my heart - Sam
P.s Remember the saying we used to say?!
Time after time, again and again..
..together forever, my brother, my twin
When times frozen a paths chosen, our minds open
to great thoughts we once sought were now hoping
that good day's will continue as good day's
or fade away till i'm put in my damn grave
i'll state the facts, we say satins six and god's seven
faith? it's our weapon of choosing between hell or heaven
but no man is perfect, so there's no telling which way we'll go
but as to Chris.. i'll pray for you, and god bless your soul
-Philly®
True Story.. R.I.P Chris Boyd 1985 to 2001