Flex On.

People die every day
That's what they say
That's what I say

The average Black man is lucky
Just to see past the age of 25
But why?

Why is it that my homies have to die?

I ask my father,
What happened to all your friends.
Either dead or in jail is his reply.
But why?

Is it because we're Black?

Should my roots and skin
Make me ten times as aware
Or ten times as oblivious

Just to escape reality
Just to live in my world
With my own rules, my own morals.

How many names will I have to give my sons,
Just so the memory of my friends will live on.

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Rest in Paradise
Damani Wiggins [10/18/2011]
David White [09/12/2012]
Jahshim Turnbull [03/10/2016]