I didnt think of what to say before i said it i just wrote what i did

and read it as i went along so i wont forget it. She wasnt ya average

anything to anyone.Any brother, any father, any mother, all yall, any

son. Any gun i would've jumped in back of to back her, but dag i feel i

should turn it backwards and meet her in the after...Cause i'll never

hear her laughter, God he could've jabbed her at least with a bruise

we'll still have her. He didnt have to grab her then stab her then

leave her there lying hence dying until she was somebody's cadaver. No

longer the sister i made up songs with. I am the last to see her at her

stongest with her baby in her armpit.I am the darkness, I am the last

gasps, i am the bad gash, i resemble that face up under the trash bag.

I am the tear crying out the eyes of the entire paramedic squad as they

pray to God to revive her. I am the sirens. I am the crime scene. I am

the uncle to the daughter Ayanna Brown that survives her. So to any

other women im really not prepared for you because I CANT LOVE ANYMORE

i'm not emotionally there for you. I dont care what you might think

but I might brink on the verge of tears of any song prerecorded before

the 19th. Its a lightning second flash fast recollection of the past

that sends me spiraling in deep depression... But I didnt think of what

to say before i said it i just wrote what i did and read it as i went

along so i wont forget it. Forget it....