Missing Pieces of Untitled Peace

 

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Introduction

May all our Dead Homies rest in peace, 

Embkdy positive energy to create the utopia nature deserves.

Then we May all live Nuturally 

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Chapter 1

Went from playing wit toys to
playing with lives
shootin guns which we refer to as toys
Only difference between A Man and A Boy is The 
Things that they Do &whom He Does them for 
Whatever happens to TheYouth who've Lost Love before its formed
When a heart breaks no matter how you Put it 
It will never be as full when first formed 
 
Missing pieces


Should I
Pickup ThePiece Or keep ThePeace 
My Homie still deceased 
&his Killers Walk these Streets 
Trynna stay focused 
But thats Hawd to Do when you Just Wanna stay a float 
How TheFuk we All Get here From A Boat
Na I Don't believe It Yo
I know Were descendants of Aboriginals 
Creating my own Path manifesting what I Speak.
Doin my best to stay strong in a society that's built off TheWeak 


August 19th 
I was suppose to be there
I Once fought one of TheShooters 
It's funny how I'm still here
I can see spirits yet I Keep Dogdin Death 
Long live Casta 
Brandon still Lives on through out our Breaths

I was across TheStreet when Millz got shot in his chest
Just had got outta School Attemptin' to do My Best 

Seeing his Warm Blood spew on A cold floor 
Reminds me that I'm warmed hawted but Live in A Cold world

Woulda revived Em my Self but He was already Behind A Closed Door 

Fell in Lust
wit Someone who had Lost Love 
Tried to find comfort in ole Girl
The same one who told me
Fuk ya dead homie 

Am I Just anotha being on TheShelf 

Will I Die due To Hate and Lack of Self 

I Just wanna Live a Loving Life full of Wealth 
Deeper than material 
I'm speaking metaphysical 
Beyond what we see
face to face upon our selves

Rest in peace to Stro and erybody Else.
May we all just be beneficial for our health
Or atleast for TheKids, the ones up next on TheShelf 

 Oooo  look, a Toy

Should I pickup the piece or Keep The Peace 
Hard to sleep when you know killers walk these street 
Symphonies of sirens Help me Go to sleep 
Use To negativity 
So positivity  
Is what I Preach 

I'm Missing peace

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