Rest in Peace

Rest in Peace to the dead soldiers
Don’t realize something’s important until it’s gone
It’s waking people up like foldgers
In the cup
Seem like we forced
To live it up
It makes you think about your life
Then want to ride it
Until the floors
Get tore up.
Nowadays
Violence seems to be
all that’s what’s up.
From the things around you
Seems like you forced to act tough
From that perspective
You either real or you a bluff
And when things get hectic
We either drink or take a puff?
The reality is
That’s where the real punks at.
There’s no more using fist.
People using gats
And bats.
He scared.
Making faces like he
Had turrets.
Think about it
Not knowing when you’re going to have your death?
Person who killed you
Got away. And he still has his breath.
The shame of it is
There’s only few good ones left
The shame of it is
The one’s gone, were few of the best.
Once again R.I.P.
To the soldiers on our part.
Always remembered
And always in our hearts.

(More of a Rap then a poem..)