lil homie

Shattered but remains in the memories of yore

Young friendships blossom and end so fast

We can’t believe that our old friends

Can be sad and lost and yearning for more

A harrowing story told of a struggling heroin addict

Blossomed and bloomed in good hopeful moments

Lost his art, lost his sound yet found a paradise in glass

Learned a lot and had a blast

Seemed to care about his craft

He made a pipe for a dear old friend

He said farewell, until the end

Lost in the streets of ever lost

Hoping to find his happily forever ending

We can only hope to remember

His lovely talent and lost friend