My vision is getting blurry, when the tears fill my eyes.
Trey and I talk about you, and miss you very much.
We talk about the trouble that we've caused, also the hearts that you have touched.
We talk about you being his God father, my soldier and my best friend.
We talk about honor, loyalty and trust, and how you were the man of men.
Jayden is getting so big now, and mentions you everyday.
You're beloved Hilary had her love fall short and so quickly moved on her way.
I think of your slammed out truck, with the out-law on the glass.
It was like we ran shit back then, if someone talked, we beat that ass.
I think people where proud when we changed so much, how the gangsta life was the rid.
How we got real jobs, straightened up, and both got custody of our kids.
Nobody knows half the shit we've done, cause we would have been in a world of shit.
But, those are the memories just for us, and I promise to never forget.
Your name is tatted on me now; my right arm is just for wade.
I see you when I look at my son, how you rubbed off, he acts like you did everyday.
This poem is for Brandon Wade Strickland, my soldier and my best friend.
I can't wait till I can go to Heaven; we can start the party all over again.
This poem is dedicated to the memory of, Brandon Wade Strickland. A loving father, God Father, true soldier and best friend a dude could ever ask for. I love you bra and miss you everyday.