This a sad story about a soldier called Michael
Weapons were his fists young gun without a rifle
Living suicidal respect was unrivaled
I guess you could say Michael was in a bad cycle
Gives me an eyeful, of tears when i write you
Truth is Mina i wanted to be like you
I was your disciple you taught me about survival
Nothing but good and honorable shit was inside dude
First guy to, believe i'd climbed to
The peak of this mc shit i strive to
Every time you'd see me had a new lesson teach you had to teach me
Sweating me to concentrate on rap and stop with the graffiti
And i did in the end i listened to ya my friend
I appreciate you u squashing my beef with ......
I was 15 he 20, never did it again
Twice my size back then fuck could i have done then
I swear sometimes it feels like you still here
Remember the fun times but Habib there's still tears
It's clear and it seems there's something in your genes
You was a king before 20 plus ya sisters a queen
I mean, It doesn't stop there personality rare
Nobody insignificant to ya you always cared
Last lesson that u taught me is life isn't fair
At night i couldn't sleep nightmares i couldn't bear
When you died i declared on my life i sweared
That i'd write my best rhyme, a sign of respect
Followed ya heart like a leader rest in peace Michael Mina
When i die i hope to see ya little Louie big feva, peace bruh.
credits
from XXL,
released November 11, 2013
Lyle Pirie (Record/Mixed)
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