Rest In Power Chris G

RIP Chris G rest in power to my brother, he let me hold the drac’ i was 15 too many hours pass and ima mask up won’t catch a case moving through the lanes shifty we don’t play no games ona internet but still keep a stickman ona blitzkreig blitzteam before they quaterback drop back joe montana hearing footsteps the vanguard making strip sacks pigs drunk in they lust acting tipsy ain’t tip toeing round the smoke, im getting litty knew a Saint out west, her name was Litzy she roll her R’s and talk fast make a call to sis if the pigs ever pinch me flip of her tongue cut the tension like a switch bladed stance against the jakes tryna fight inside the clinch biting my toungue cus bodies pile on my mind finding my wisdom through these lines my fingers riddling rhymes and still itching for violence silence a virtue especially when the boys threatened with time cases get thrown out cus the kids cleaned up the toys putting plastic inside the oven turning evidence into noise