To all those who know me or who has ever crossed my path.
I appreciate the cries, the tears, the screams, the laughs.
The sessions, the blessings, the encouraging impressions,
The heartfelt confessions, the life lessons we experienced and more.
The times where we wasn't sure.
The times where your voice was the cure.
The times where you gave until I couldn't take anymore.
The times where we didn't get along,
The times where we could admit when we were wrong.
The times we recorded songs,
The times I shared my poems.
The times we packed my house and just smoked out, like we was some college dorms.
To the phone calls where, I was just on your mind.
The corrections when I chose to walk blind.
The food that was shared when I didn't have a dime.
The mountains we climbed, the hills we crossed.
The light that was shined, for every moment I was lost.
The times where no one was the judge,
No one held a grudge....
The times we just spread love.
The times we just shared hugs.
The times we all made it home safely and no one was hit by a slug.
My brothers and sisters in life.
My brothers and sisters through Christ.
My Rasta brothers and sisters "Jah Rastafari!"
Forgiveness for the times we lied.
R.I.P. to all my family and friends who have died.
To remembering me for who I am...
Just a man.
A prophet of my own faith and belief.
I have shared my happiness.
I have shared my grief.
I have shared just a piece.
At least we have the memories.