Happy is what I am
When I think of him I say "damn"...
This is a poem by 1 of my best friends who passed...
no more shackles on young black boys...
Happy is what I am
When I think of him I say "damn"...
Damian was like my brother
He was one of a kind in other words he was like no...
When i hold the blade
a crazy thought ran through my min...