my phone rang, just the other day
a familiar voice, said my friend passed away
it hurt me so bad, I didn't think I'd last the day

I struggled to ask how he died
or what had brought him harm
they found him on his floor
with pin pricks on his arm

my friend,
we both fought an addiction
it seems to be a fight
none of us could win

now i really am
the last one left
all of my friends
no longer own their breath
all at an early age
taken by, the darkness of death
all because of drugs
I really am, the last one left
so i say it with a shrug
maybe i am next
how i will go
I'll give you just on guess

i can only figure
cause of drugs
or the squeeze of a trigger
when it comes to hearts
yours was always bigger
you know it's true homie
you'll always be my nigg@
R.I.P

I know Sorry never really means anything but I am sorry.


You know I'm here for ya if you ever need anybody And I'm not just sayin that I mean it

Rest In Love..