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When I Die

When I die please call the cops don't lie then put my body on some hot rocks. play 2Pac over my block to honor me then spread my ashes across the Black Sea. My life of sin will be over when the train pulls in life will be on my shoulder. I'm in the zone all alone. When I'm gone will it turn you on? will it make you happy? will it make you sad? will it make you go crazy? and will it make you mad? When I die don't tell my dad he's a father that I never had, just another face in my broken past. The good memories never seem to last. Let life go on for my son may he never touch a gun. I'll fly like a lightning rod to the house of god. This life is getting stranger everywhere I go I'm always in danger. Let my soul linger on let em' drop the bomb let em' sing this song learn right from wrong smoke out of my bong let the band play on. When I die will you cry? will you try to lie about the way I died? Will you honor my pride? Illuminati confirmed I will lay where my homies burned. Everything I've seen everything I've learned. You've turned. I hope I still grow after I go. I hope my rhymes will heard all my words by the birds far away okay. I hope I don't go like Marvin Gaye but, it's better to burn out than to fade away. When I die will you cry? Will you try to lie about the way I died? Will you honor my pride? Now, I know I said and did a lot of things. That I hurt you. That's what really stings because I know how much you tried to help me through. Play those strings. All my love all the hard times all these rhymes and those crimes. Your my dove my first true love. You will always be in my heart I made the teardrops start. All my art walking after dark my fiction is stark. When I die will you cry? Will you try to lie about the way I died? Will you honor my pride? Don't reject my respect for the dead or I'll pump your guts full of lead. You will see a lot of red. I'm a thug when I'm holdin' a slug. If I catch wind of you harming my friend it will be your end. Enough said. When I die will you cry? Will you try to lie about the way I died? Will you honor my pride?

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Date: 2/16/2018 10:10:00 PM
What a powerful write, Blake. Obviously an artist in many senses of the word. Artists carry the weight of the world and are called upon to make changes in the world. Big shoes to fill. Awesome poem.
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