And then on the flip side, I seen my potna BIG BABY burried in a casket dressed in a a creaced pair of Levi's and his duckhead polo shirt that he used to wear at least once a week (he had long braids that were all the way down his back too and when I saw him in the casket he had a bald head)...So you know I was really hurtin to watch his family and everybody I knew break down and cry...(yeah, I cried too...shed some tears ya know? no boo-hoo'n)
But I still go out and kick it in Evergreen wit my boy and pray every now and then. I did this year on the day he got killed, two years ago...just out of respect. He was young, he had just turned 18 and was about to graduate high school, he had him a job working as a caretaker for his first cousin who is quadropeligic.... we was talkin about going to school to be a nurse and all that...I just knew I would see that boy walk across the stage on graduation day...but naw, haters everywhere you go...he got killed by some stoopid clucked out fools that were tryin to rob his cousin (the quadropeligic) thinkin he had some dope and shot BIG BABY once in the neck, and twice in the chest...what did they get? nothing! Amerikkka won that day, they got riddah four niggaz; one dead, three awaiting the lethal injection/ the chair...
Oh, yeah! (Staying on topic...) BIG BABY and I used to kick it everyday after we got off the bus my senior year and kick it at his house on his front porch...we talked about everything...even religion...he told me about how he believed in god and prayed everynight before he went to sleep, but had never been baptised and didnt go to church much...and my first year out of high school I visited him and told him that I found ut that "HeyZues Kristos" was't the real name of the messiah, that it was just the Latin version used and made popular by the HRCatholic church... oddly enough he agreed,and told me himself that even though "jeezus kryst" wasnt the name of the true savior, that he still beleived that god walked this earth in the flesh and died for the sins of mankind that we may have the chance to gain eternal life...I was thinking the same thing before I found out the truth, but when he told me that I never thought that those words would be so golden to me the way that they are now, in that I can share his testimony and witness to others using his words...see they (words used in everyday conversations) mean alot more than you think, and he's dead now, so he knows the real truth and i am here choppin it up with ya'll....
I KNOW for a fact, in my heart, I am truely convinced that BIG BABY is in heaven, even though he was never christened, baptised, or attended church regularly...it was his faith that saved him, ya know?