Blacks Against Blacks

I knew this man name Harry Love the way he was I place no one above. It didn’t matter if he was chilling on the corner or in the lot where ever he was it was time to rock. Sometimes smoking a blunt or drinking a forty ounce where ever you were you would here his mouth. Rapping was what he lived for until some punk a– nigger tried to even the score. It was the sound heard all around the world putting tears in the eyes of all the fly girls. A gloomy night with no one on the street no sounds of laughs just the sound of a heart beat. He was left alone on the church steps all praises to the Lord tell me where is the respect. How could some one with so much joy be treated like a boy with a soldiers toy. Me myself I can’t understand that blacks against blacks just because one raps. Where does it end we just lost a friend let’s pick up the pieces so that it doesn’t happen again. It’s a shame it took a tragedy so that every one could know who is the majesty. So for every one hearing what I’m saying put your hands together and let’s start praying. I had a dream the dream was kind of fat, I wish the dream could have brought my friend back.