When Am Gone

WHEN AM GONE I can only imagine of what will happen when am gone Am so scared now that I have heard there is nothing I can do before my time The thought now creeping closely Destroying every moment of my breath I am dope…………. What actually will or how will it be When during the ‘scene’ And the wind blows to the west The bitterness of the day Smearing each face with “Blonde” And messages being sent The fame being spread And finally the Man ‘in black’ Finalizes with the gospel I can only imagine of the mood Tears falling swiftly like streams from Nile And then its done He says, in his speech ‘May he rest in peace’