Dead Prez Fallen Soldierz

Rest in to my niggas who gone, forever you gon live on through this song

You gon live on

Marqeese rest in peace my lil homie marqeese [x4]

[Hook:]

When the weight of the worlds on your shoulder

You can’t look back at all

See the world as a hole that’s gettin colder

I watched you in your child hood gettin older (take a look into your life)

This one goes out to all my fallen soldiers

[Verse 1:]

Yo, my little homie marqeese he was a trusted soldier,

Had the whole world on his shoulder

Took him under my wing, I watched him gettting older

Watched you disagree with the school system

Them fools don’t listen, they thought you was I’ll n

The truth is that you was brilliant

Ya mom, you must forgive her she loved you

I know this world can be ugly, she did the best she could

I put that on the hood, see he wanted organization

The streets was there to imbrace him

So we tied that blue bandana on his face, then for life

Married to the block took a oath made her his wife

Then she stabbed him throught the heart with a knife

Ain’t that a bitch?

See it’s war fare on flatbush & clarkson

Eye on the scope heart of a lion see you niggas is marksmen

You shoulda missed a few niggas and hit up a few pigs

Politcal education underdigg

I really want to say this to the face of them niggas

Ya’ll don’t know me, why you had to kill my little fucking homie?

Marqeese

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Rest in peace,

Can’t bring you back but drink this yak

And I’m thinkn bout back in the day

And I wonder how it woulda been if my homie padre never woulda past away

When they put them bullets in ya, that night I remember when I got that call

I was sittin on the edge of my girl bed, and I could’ntbelieve they shot my dogg

I wish I coulda been by your side on the night you died

If I coulda been reincarnated as a 45 I woulda opened fire

But everything happen for a reason every thing got a time and a season

It all boil down to what you believe in, you only got a lil time to achieve it

So hope a nigga find some kind of peace where ya at, cause only peace here is tha gat

And it only get worse when you poor and you black and the system is holding you back

If it ain’t the young homie with a strap, it’s the punk police that’ll shoot you in the back

Too many homies get deep in the game, get caught up in a trap and they never come back

But life is a winding road everybody got a time to go all a nigga could do is ride out and persevere

Grinding mode

But now you free so rest in peace, my nigga R.I.P and if there is a heaven for a G say a prayer for me

(Padre)

[Hook]

Rest in to my niggas who gone, forever you gon live on through this song

You gon live on [repeat]

This for my homies who ain’t here… [x2]

… Rest In Peace…