Remembering is different after death
It can be a lonely experience
If you remember wrong
There is no one to correct you
But If you remember right you laugh or cry alone
Grief in the ghetto:
Feels like repeating the same day but hoping for a different outcome
Feels like disbelief when the possibility was always there
Feels like it was too soon but no one was keeping count
It feels like it was the wrong place at the wrong time but you ain't allowed to leave your block
It feels like a betrayal from God
When grief hits the hood
It always hits too close to home
Its always someone you knew
Always a person you loved
Always a good reason to fall apart
Or a better reason to keep going
Today I keep going for Dre (yo)
Tomorrow for Rome (this nigga)
The next for James (bible thumper)
I'll keep going until falling apart doesn't seem like an option anymore
But I'm not sure when that'll be