Guardian Angel,

The last time i smoked one in your memory in front of your house i promised my self i wouldn’t go back, I lied. As of latley you’ve crossed my mind more then usual. For the past couple weeks for some reason that night keeps replaying in my head right befor I go to sleep. I been praying for those you’ve left behind. Its crazy Pac was right ‘Life Goes On’ But for some reason im still stuck on that -i could of saved you that night vibe-. I still havent gotten to the point to forgive myself for not trying to convince you and ‘homegirl’ to have left with us that night. This year i’m going to get a few white balloons, head down to South Beach, write a message on them and set them free. Hoping that they reach you in heaven. Everything has changed; Since you’ve past I startted praying to ‘GOD’ (who ever he “really” is). Things have gone threw the roof for me [wish you was still around to burn1 and talk that shit].  Your little sister has grown and graduated high school; I know you was smiling down on that day. Alot of people on earth miss you; [even though they don’t talk about it anymore]. Your in a better place. Everytime i grip my lighter to light1 or crack a bottle; that DWade jersey and our dumb arguments about who made the most money this weekend cross my mind. Im still stuck on that ‘Do we still make it to heavin even if we sold drugs?’ question the pastor couldn’t answer. I miss you homie, I should of tooken you to the beach that night… I’ll see you soon.

Love,

Rudy aka The nigga that should of never put you down with the “Big Boy Bud” connect. [You was happier than a bitch that day.]

#wishIcouldGoback:(