Let me tell you a tale,
About this place of hell,
They call it Rexdale,
Where people get killed and no one tells,
Sometime lucky when a killer goes to jail,
Not for long….he’ll be out on bail,
That’s when the person who told gets a couple holes in the chest.

BOOM!

Everyone look whats going on,
Another victim laid to rest,
Its like everyday I get put to the test,
Weather to stay on the right path,
Or stray off towards the hard road.

Had to get away,
Go up north,
Find myself again.

Looking at the full moon,
Listening to the sound of the lake
Saying to myself……
Thank god I didnt do that thing
Cause life in jail aint for me,
I’d rather die.

Cleaned up,
Moving forward,
I aint never going back,
I look forward,
Cause the past i left behind me.

All thats left is the thought of dead friends blowing in the wind.

RIP T.J , Sean and Lo-Lo