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Hope you enjoy this song thats from the heart. dedicated to my friend who past away.

Christian Anukem AKA Crissy R.I.P

Late 90's rocked Avis Hard took the pendants off of fake chains till we had cake to hit H.Samuels pay for ours 2 tape deck stereo the vinyl on top were we sprayed the barz. Doc copped technics we on the sofa the priviledge/ jamming in my bros room with my little friends we used to share one room with little bed nowadays both names on the internet-hood 2 hood my boys all spittin sick talkin bout whoever blows first must bringem in. But life plays foul cards like think again I used to think Skinnyman was the pinnacle of everything, up in Revs yard I'm spittin everything that I wrote last week hopin heads will spin this before poisonous had formed. Before planes hit the 93rd floor

Chorus Time fly's fast cherish every breath use every second till there aint none left. Ride for your true friends. Aint much of them tomorrow aint promised so Viva my friend, Viva my friend Viva friend.

In hidsight how could I hate you we both gassed off aesthetics it didn't take much to date you, had no job so I got me one I considered all the offers from some elders sayin I should come shot for them but that aint me and you were'nt for the allure I had some mean fuckin flows I just got me some more. Biding your time with an unborn star lets cut the crap I've got problems surprised that we come this far, you in love with a idea that didn't materialize in ya eyes but my lifes good and Im doin fine here but here's to the time shared- I'm still semi searchin for the one over my my last but appreciate the past like skimmin through a old pad full of old bars representin a old me still I go hard Go hard and I'm Londons finest you rewind this Skyz is behind this

Chorus Time fly's fast cherish every breath use every second till there aint none left. Ride for your true friends. Aint much of them tomorrow aint promised so Viva my friend, Viva my friend Viva friend

A young man wid big dreams that was you, you never realized your full potential. U loved to floss fuck if it's a rental. You got us in every event Jedi shit smooth. No prebought tickets you had them fresh lines you could have fooled royal guards to let us inside now your up there I hope your doin fine your livin through all your family have you in mind when I was broke you brought me in let me hustle hardest till everybody had ya mixes in there glove compartments. Summer time grind we made all this P rarted we only came here at 3 and left at half 6. Hustle conrads I went ATL on a chartered I came back had no contact thought you went ghost on us probably on some scheme to make P shit so when I heard the news fam I couldn't believe it. You had too much pride you kept it a secret and I can only imagine the pain you were feelin. Told me you had a stomach ulcer but it was stomach cancer your in the cosmos now in Gods hands bruh

R.I.P Chris AKA Crissy

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