By Bro. Brian Foster 25-GE-90
To My DOG
I know where you are.
What up “D”.
You know things were rough
when you passed.
You in God’s hands now,
up in Heaven at last.
Ain’t nothing changed.
The Bruhs still ‘OUT’.
Still HOPPIN’.
GE is still the greatest.
You know that ain’t stopping.
You used to lay low
back in the cut on Booker St.
with EO and D,
while they drank 40’s til they fell asleep.
For every hit that I got,
I prayed the War would stop.
At the tree,
always said you were the epitome.
Another Sweet D
I know that there will never be.
When I had troubles
you always knew what to do.
A couple of words,
some Uplife,
even a joke or two.
When we were Neo’s
I wondered if it would stay that way.
God would have never taken you on that fatal day.
Still on the block.
Under the tree.
Throwing the hooks.
Watching the broads go by
as they tried hard to cop looks.
But I have to remember.
All I can do is reminisce.
Stroll to the tree.
Think of your banner.
And how you’re really missed.
But forget it, Team.
You’re livin’ your life through your LBs.
I’ll never say a prayer
without looking to Sweet D.
It use to be fun
watching you be ‘OUT’ and sh*t.
Writing this joint
makes me think about the day I got hit.
I wanted to wait for you
and my back Ric Ray,
along with other Bruhs
we wanted to get hit on the same day.
As I think about the times,
I could go on and on.
LB,
I just want you to know
your spirit lives on.
So to Sweet D,
My LB,
you’ll always be in my heart.
Because you were a real Omega
True to Spr. 90 from the start!
WE WILL SURVIVE
LOVE YOU, Sweet D!
Brian Foster #25 Spr. 90