Long lived homies departed too soon left behind memories set in stone high profiled for the intense love and their compassion to look and feel good prudently put forth hard work with blood and sweat into their neighborhoods sadly misunderstood grudges grew thicker over great expressions while haters who earned Oscar's acting like that cared putting on front with contemplating ways to gaining a honest man's possessions wish list went on for days without merely working on their very own craftsmanship profession jinky ass behavior lead into sneaky snake shh wishy washy behavior with it scathing stirred echoes behind a man's back they were all would have could have and should haves but chose to have nothing except prison mindsets i have watched love hard and die hard homies deal with misorderly attraction while steadily moved in an orderly fashion refrained from stagnation all along was regularly hated by niggas who never had shhh you only enriched with rich greatness by pouring life into your soul. such damn shame envy kills destroy souls do not wait to fall short behind prison walls to realize the man you could have been or could have become First chance is your last chance to steadily refine greatness. only mission is to live your life earn your right and respect the next man's hustle while earning yours, too great minds multiplies together elevates each other while moving in power elite state of minds