Like You

(Audio from my first ever interview with The Jacka in 2005)

Prolly never feel the same about the Bay again
It’s too sad of a song for me to play again
Since they murdered Jack on 94th & Mac, I swear
We never gonna be the same again
Don’t think to call me just to mourn another dead rapper
I’m tired of cryin’ up on the newscaster
I’m tired of eulogizing to a Vice cracker
I’m tired of losing friends to gun clapper
They don’t get the story right, so I had to do it
Hadn’t written in mad long, I was going through it
How long do I have to mourn so I pushed thru it
You told me to See It Thru, I’ma tattoo it…
Just to remind me…of the better days
Yeah them Ruckus days, Reggae Tuesdays
Inside the tunnel at Club Six, we gettin’ lit
At every festival traveling with our own shit
We was on that bullshit, but you never disrespected
Everybody came correct or had to get ejected out the VIP section
Our friendship was a blessing
Every now and then, I see a troll is second guessin’
And I wonder if I imagined it: the love and respect is so rare
I hope you know how much it meant
I hope you know that we gon’ always keep it lit
And I’ma always See it Thru
Every day, I thank Allah for a brother like you