Dear : popoff
Most their reminiscent
thoughts only live through
your death.... It takes a
day like today for some to
remember you really left
Your life I keep in thought
through prayer I keep
relations fresh... Everybody
think your gone since your
life was announced a brutal
theft
I don't pay it any mind
we all know you never
left take a look at the
hood they all moving
in ya step.... They all move
a lot different but still
attempt to mimic ya flex
still in all a hundred copy
cats couldn't repeat your
presence in it's flesh
Respect.....
Is how I see it we all
salute you like a vet..
some gives thanks
by acting out hoping the
4th keeps its rep so
even though your not
around most still are
encouraged by your "threat"
like your real was instilled
deep inside the 4th's chest
They didn't know we
Keep in touch sharing
thoughts before I sleep..
mostly me expressing
my daily pain of your
departure and its disbelief
Sometimes my tears
may appear Fucking
up the whole scene..
rude as usual they always
want to be seen
I remember telling
you " I think writing is
my thing"... And you
always Fucking laughed
but never would dim the
light toward that dream
I know your guidance
is in play that grass
never looked this green..
my pen is brighter then
ever I know your responsible
for that beam
I was alway to
shy caring for what
others might think...
now your gone my
pens alive I know your
the lungs to how well
it suddenly breathes
It's sad you had
to disappear for
my spill to be this
clean but our god
don't make mistakes
even if that's how pain
makes it seem
Your hard work
is defined by my
progression as a
writer... That's why
I'll never stop its why
me and my pad pull
these all nighters
a friend to the end
even after I feel your
true... Always willing
to help a brother even
through death I feel that
truth
Rip popoff 1/22/87 - 9/25/07
A letter to popoff
(c) 2012 viewtifulink
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