Mama I've been gone from home so long just been out trying to "make it" in a "got to make it" world... but when I get back I learn that my brother is gone... ............. ............. God must've need another angel one to Watch over the house maybe God foresaw some terrible thing in our future and needed an angel to place his arms around our place of solitude... but da...mn...why him? I try not to question...but the answers I find don't lesson...this pain I'm in/// I even had a couple of drinks so I wouldn't have to think but my heart continues to sink "...into the paper like I was ink" even Rakim's smooth flow don't help and I'm Hip Hop to the bone but my beat is still... da...mn, mama "is this real?" I mean Watcher, gone? I can't see things through crimson eyes to much crying, but I know you wouldn't lie Mama, I'm sorry for being gone so long this all feels so wrong I know many a men who've killed by claiming to keep it real and they still slapping concrete with cold timbo booted feet da...mn mama why do all the good brothers die? Yes, mama I know our bodies are only temporary residences for our spirits that are everlasting but that doesn't make me hurt any less I guess, I'll just go to my room and cry... silently...I need silence to recite his words in my head to the rhythm of tears that descend to ease this pain I'm in I'll remember him as the brother he was, still is and will always be... REAL. Yeah my brother was a real blak man. I thank God for that. (c)2003 blakverb "releasing my soul" R.I.P Watcher "Brother you will be missed. Even though we never formally met, I have met you through your poetry, your words. Thank you for your presence and inspiration for me to move my pen. I know you will be Watching us to make sure we stay true and keep us safe. God has blessed himself with your presence. I'll meet you when I get there."