Rest in peace King.
Rell Shyt
Rell Shyt
i’m 31 and back when i was in middle school he was my dawg.
The chains i used to rock around my neck cuz of him
The roughness and brash attitude that got me countless detentions/suspensions
One of the true GOATs of the game.
Now we got new nikkas rockin fruitcake attire with flamboyant tendencies.
Misunderstood and left in the cold.
Bold with your walk but the truth be told.
That you never grew up
For you was always old
This cold cold world deserted you.
Your family tree chopped down to the melody.
Of check 1, 2
Ridicule of being born.
Scorn and sworn in by the streets.
Your people retreated while you feel defeated.
Repeated lines of slipping and falling.
Crawling instead of walking
Stalking your pray until you laid
In the dust under the spell of the ones
That you called friends
Begins a new page of unsigned hype.
Recite each line while you avoid the issues.
Despite the laws at hand
You demand to be loved.
Like a stray that crawls
While they run away
The same sounds of melodies
Echoes every tape, cd, and radio.
Stereo surround sounds from within
The dark portions of hell, the flesh
And the belly
You find you are your divine purpose.
Within the book of your own tale
Of great depression to being a grand champion
Your year is known again.
Undisputed beginning to an omega crushing end.
Redemption was not so much a factor.
For your spirit subtracts repeatedly
Sin upon sin
But you shall rule again.
Stand on your own feet.
Repeat the same steps of the melody.
You heard since 70.
I remember playing the same tune.
Broken childhood but addiction was not in my visual
You and I wanted to be loved with those living alone.
We all need friends but who is genuinely caring for you in the end.
As you lay down from the smoke in the air
The addiction flared up when it should not be there.
The jokes from those while your body is being exposed.
The negativity while you build up a foundation of sincerity.
The chest is pumping while the bass bumps.
Same melody but no one listens.
They are witnessing the end of a king.
That was treated like a fiend.
We never gave him soup living.
But give him roses on his last breath.
So, I asked you were you truly his friend.
His family till the very end
Or you just sticking around awaiting the melody to end.
So, you can begin to look at him with the love.
That should have been there when he needed it the most….
That summer with `Hows it going down' bumping out speakers was everything1998 was one of my best years just in general.