On a money mission,
probably end up dead or in prison
Death was their wishes
Now its you were missing
Who could've guessed
3 years after release
You'd fall victim to the street
Many memories
The many things you'll never see
Gunned down by jealousy
Now tell me how can there be peace
When my familys grieving
For a week and a half
Since you passed
Get to say my last words
Today when we put you in the grave
It'll be the last time we get to see that friendly face
In the mortal form
Worry no more
Rest assured he's in a better place
Suffered through the worst
Finally made it to better days
--
written by my lil bro aint he good!
RIP UNCLE SHAWN!


