we loved him as a brother as a father and as a son from his parents and from his older brothers and sisters he received an inspiration which he passed on to all of us he gave us strength in time of trouble wisdom in time of uncertainty and sharing in time of happiness he will always be by our side sometimes when they visit i wonder can they hear me i m scratching at the box and screaming out quite clearly i m so lonely my one and only probably took another that means new daddy and same mother for my babies before they grown ladies i hope they remember me when they old ladies with their own babies carry my memory until it fades away my mother came to visit me yesterday on my birthday she laid a single rose on my head stone and said it ain t been easy trying to get along since you ve passed on i hear it momma it s been real turmoil i ve been scratching all month trying to hit top soil i ve been working real hard but my body feels weak well i can t die i m just too awake to fall asleep tell em all that i miss them and send it with all my love sincerely from the underground to all of the above shed tears for me how long they ve been praying for me also i m sending love to all of the above i gotta whisper to me we re all alone in a place i m underground and i m surrounded by grace and all the faith in my existence see lives on and the face of my seed and i can see it when he visits me but i m a father of the ground now family to the earth and i m sorry that i m gone now kiss your mother on the cheek and tell her i understand why she still don t speak even though i m in this coffin i get haunted by the streets and the sounds of bloody murder roam the night that i freaked out now its peace out cause i pulled the piece out put it in my mouth and blew my motherfucking teeth out i reached out but nobody reached back and no it s not an excuse but it s the reason that i m trapped and everything is black and hard to breathe exactly like the life that i was trying to leave  you know i hate to see a grown man cry sometimes my homies stop by they re smoking joints to get me high in spirit if they could only know that i hear it when they cough hear em when they talk and scream for them to stay every time they get ready to take off peace ya ll bring a shovel next time cause it s cold down here and this dirt is a thick line between life and death it appears i have nothing left but the person never forgets just like a ghost in transit i watch em move like bandits when they rob my corpse and then they left me on the porch as a prep for the divorce and now i m back in a black bag on a gurney at the morgue on a flat slab hoping the journey will bring me home isn t that sad then i won t say no more and let you think about me every time you hear this flow they put me back in my coffin and they lowered me down and ever since then it seems like nobody ll come around 