✨ Lo(st) IN stars ✨
poem inspired by, Nas’ storytelling
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once upon ä time
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there was a block named
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tré foe
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where Butter got shot
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over a coupla shoes 👟
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anyone might know
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they were those
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Js on his feet…
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Somethin like ‘98
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But nobody talks about
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him no mo.
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he was folx
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as we said
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Gs vs Lords…
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Gods v Vice
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so many dead
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the broken survived
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now that’s all overlooked
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cuz ngghz got murked
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and shifted around
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like dirt
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yerp.
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then there was Chandy Newton
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sweet as pie 🥧
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fall 02’
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met her demise
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by mama’s gun.
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strung out on the strongest
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took the life of two daughters
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then took her own
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when life was known
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as the way these things
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go.
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George Walker was next… we mean Saffold.
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bullet meant for June…
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Spring ‘03 we lost “G3”
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he was never the hood one
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gone too soon… 💜
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forever missssssedddddd.
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couldn’t make it thru freshman year
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tears well up at the thought
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of your big bright smile
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your chubby gut 😉
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baggy clothes
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hair ina short fro…
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we all knew your brother
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would be the 1st to go
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proved us wrong tho
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Still… a month before graduating hs
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the worst tragedy yet
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My Dear lil Kissy
shot dead on prom night
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.40 caliber, hit her twice
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they aimed for her big sissy
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right outside her window
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she loved to sing, n cook
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my stories from tre4.
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stretched to Blvd…
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40th street…
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And Ruckle, and Kenwood too…
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lessons i buried deep within…
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never made it to funerals
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for none of my friends
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felt the need to keep pushin
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felt the need to ignore
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keep reachin for somethin…
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keep accumulatin more
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keep lettin these ngghz
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question ya gangsta
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keep lettin these bishes
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think they know ya
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keep survivin and watchin…
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laughin n plottin
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peepin n schemin
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fightin ya demons
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pursuing peace
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breathin deep
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bigger fish to fry
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that’s why
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we live in the sky
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and of course
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“we don’t die
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we multiply!”
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to all my loves
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who belonged to the streets
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and didn’t know just how much
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didn’t live long enough
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to see what
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was forced upon us
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Naptown young thugs
Hold ya head up
stand up
chin up
bruised but
haven’t given up
Featured picture: Chandi (Chandy) (in the middle), my middle school classmate, my friend. circa 2001. Gone to soon. Thank you for being an Angel of mine.
Myself on the left, Danielle on the right.