I don’t regret the things I did.
Wasn’t the type to run in fear.
Stayin’ on my “Q’s”, Cause I never knew the shit I was about to get into.
Kept careful watch over the ones I held close.
Knowing if they got too close, I was gonna choke.
Stayin’ cruddy, I parlayed on the low.
Keepin criminal activity away from home.
I never caught a case, gun powder left marks.
Of retaliation with no remorse.
With a list drawn to the size of the Ten Commandments.
It became a habit to wreak havoc.
Everyday I had to grasp it.
Passin’ out personal thoughts, that turned into a holocaust.
Fucking with the process in the game.
I was mentally lost.
On the walls I found my name.
With all attention on mine.
Above the trees, ghetto birds chased my dreams.
Had to find a space to wait, Counting the days I faced.
Had to catch my breath and catch the pace.
Carrying the weight and in my sub-conscience …
I rationed a relative thought, as I fuck life and romance death.
Chaos was created at the time of my demise.
Streets aflame, as innocents dies….
Stars fallen, render a 21 gun salute.
While my soldiers bow heads in remembrance.
Gang lands shall raise flags, at half mast.
In territories, where blunts are lit and passed.
Justify my methods.
Celebrations given as dirt naps, with artillery cases carried in backpacks.
For haters speak loosely, about missions that I have led.
Frames of faces of lost ones.
From young to old, bury me a G!
With a chrome burner in my hands and shells around my body.
Covered in the colors of the family.
In the revelation of my demise, I want to be recognized for my realness.
As the last ray of sun, Bless the traces of experience.
Age chiseled into my face, Remember I ran at the wind’s pace.
As I was protected by God’s grace…..
So your tears don’t waste.
In my life and long after my death…..
Yesterday’s tears don’t need to be shed.
My name, carry on for the future.
Cause with you all, a piece of me still lingers…
So celebrate my life and always remember……
Xi DaSunChyld
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