King Von

(Verse 1) I wish King Von had survived, the streets still feel that pain, Lost a warrior too young, but his spirit still remains. From Chicago’s cold blocks, he painted life with his words, Tales of struggle and hustle, like a songbird unheard. (Verse 2) Remember nights in the trenches, where the dreams get deferred, He was spitting real facts, every line was observed. In a world full of darkness, he shined bright like a star, Now we carry his legacy, no matter how far. (Verse 3) Life's a gamble, roll the dice, but he played with his heart, Had a vision for the future, but they tore it apart. Young kings taken early, while the vultures still fly, I keep his name alive, in the echoes of the sky. (Verse 4) Pour a little liquor, let it flow for the lost, In the game of survival, we all pay the cost. But his words keep resonating, like a voice from the grave, I wish King Von had survived, but his spirit's still brave.