You know everyone remembers Malcolm X, Dr. King, Nelson Mandela, even Rosa Parks
But who remembers the young brothers that lived in your hoods, walked your streets, and
died alone in the dark
If no one will remember them, then I guess it’s up to me
So understand when I say R.I.P.
This is for Dee, Homicide, Fat Shawnn and Chubb, For Michael Darell, AJ, Jeremiah,
and No Good
This is a roll call for yall that were slain in these streets
For all the homies that are gone, that died resembling me
It’s crazy that when we die only our family or friends seem to care
Anonymous faces, with too little money, it’s like we ain’t even there
We toeing the line in this struggle, Bro, we just attempting to live life
When we doing wrong with good intentions, by hood laws we call that right
This ghetto life yall died in, I swear I’m striving to change
Now I am aiming at the top bro, I know I got the range
I’m Remembering. Infamous. People, so that yall can see
That yall ain’t shed your blood for nothing, yall died for me
Dee, Homicide, Fat Shawnn and Chubb, Michael Darell, AJ, Jeremiah and No Good, Yall are
now eternalized, so let it be
In this darkness, I need light, so shine bright when I scream R.I.P.
