Rest in Peace

I still can't believe that your gone
 I hope u hear me up in heaven man I wrote you a song
 It's only been seven years, but it seems so long
 I remember stealing paint wit u and learning to bomb
 I still got your artwork hanging up on the walls
 Still got your number In my phone hope you give me a call
 And when I see you little sister, I see you In her face
 You were a real good friend I know your in a better place
 Yo I miss you big homie, you changed mad lives
 You always had a big smile, never had bad vibes
 You used to share your fourty wit me drink it in the summer heat
 Never followed any rules skateboarded in the street
 I know you seen me serious always had a joke
 Remember when you lent me money rappers doin I was broke
 You always had support for me right from the start
 Then that motherfucker went and put a bullet in your heart RIP
 Grandpa Gordon,
 I still can't believe that your gone
 I hope you hear me up in heaven cause I wrote you this song
 I heard you wrote a poem for me,
 But I never got to read it
 While imma write it to I guess that's history repeated
 You knew me as a boy
 But I've grown to be a man
 I look exactly like your youngest son I even got his hands
 I worry about for my brother and my dad everyday
 Cause when it comes to drinkin liquor all of us are the same
 Got an addictive personality, it runs in my veins
 I pray for the power to overcome the things I could change
 I knew you did your best to fight it
 You had a big heart
 You used to let my mother rest and take the kids to the park
 I wish I knew more about you
 Bet you work real hard
 Sometime I think about you while I'm doing work in the yard
 I was only three years old so I don't remember the day
 You drank yourself to death and god took you away RIP