what a loss man, fuck.. it feels like i've lost a brother you know what i meen?
sometimes i think about, the worldy woes
the streets up and down consisting of girly hoes
big proof dead on the street he called his early home
the door steps of hell, fuck yeah he'll be surely known
i wish i did, i wish i was
i wish that bullet had a worthy cause
the struggle the pain he fought through
through his brothers in arms he bought you
the music, the ability to use it
split the image burn your hate and squeeze you
now it's gone, now the days come to an end
the only things that emerage now are fagets who pretend
Big Proof for life, not through the physical appearance of him through our eyes, but through his words of dedication, words of pain, the words he lived through, the words that gave us more then we thought, the words of motivation, words of hate, words of appreciation... the words that sparked great poets,