[stic.man]
Rest in peace to my n***as who gone
Forever you gon’ live on through this song
You gon’ live on

[M-1]
Damn, son… I wish I could’ve said this to your face. Know what I mean?

Marqise
Rest in peace, my little homie [x4]

[Hook]
When the weight of the world’s on your shoulders
You can't look back at all
See, the world as a whole is gettin’ colder
I watched you in your childhood gettin’ older
(Take a look into your life)
This one goes out to all my fallen soldiers

[Verse 1 – M-1]
Yo, my little homie Marqise—he was a trusted soldier
Had the whole world on his shoulders
Took him under my wing. I watched him getting older
Watched you disagree with the school system
Them fools don't listen, they thought you was I'll and
The truth is that you was brilliant
Ya mom, you must forgive her. She loved you
I know this world can be ugly
She did the best she could—I put that on the hood
See, he wanted organization
The streets was there to embrace him
So we tied that blue bandana on his face. Then, for life
Married to the block, took a oath, made her his wife
Then she stabbed him through the heart with a knife
Ain't that a bitch?
See, it's warfare on Flatbush and Clarkson
Eye on the scope, heart of a lion—see, you n***as is marksmen
You shoulda missed a few n***as and hit up a few pigs
Political education, underdig
I really wanna say this to the face of them n***as:
“Y’all don't know me. Why you had to kill my little fucking homie?
Marqise…”
[Hook]
When the weight of the world’s on your shoulders
You can't look back at all
See, the world as a whole is gettin’ colder
I watched you in your childhood gettin’ older
(Take a look into your life)
This one goes out to all my fallen soldiers

[Verse 2 – stic.man]
Rest in peace
Can't bring you back, but I drink this yak and I'm thinkin’ ‘bout back in the day
And I wonder how it woulda been if my homie Padre never woulda passed away
When they put them bullets in ya that night, I remember when I got that call
I was sittin’ on the edge of my girl bed and I couldn’t believe they shot my dawg
I wish I coulda been by your side on the night you died
If I coulda been reincarnated as a .45, I woulda opened fire
But everything happen for a reason, everything got a time and a season
It all boil down to what you believe in. You only get a little time to achieve it
So hope a n***a find some kind of peace where ya at ‘cause the only piece here is the gat
And it only get worse when you poor and you black and the system is holding you back
If it ain't the young homie with a strap, it's the punk police that'll shoot you in the back
Too many homies get deep in the game, get caught up in a trap and they never come back
But life is a winding road. Everybody got a time to go
All a n***a could do is ride out and persevere in grinding mode
But now you free, so rest in peace—my n***a, R.I.P
And if there is a heaven for a G, say a prayer for me
(Padre)
[Hook]
When the weight of the world’s on your shoulders
You can't look back at all
See, the world as a whole is gettin’ colder
I watched you in your childhood gettin’ older
(Take a look into your life)
This one goes out to all my fallen soldiers

This for my homies who ain't here... [x2]

[stic.man]
Rest in peace to my n***as who gone
Forever you gon’ live on through this song
You gon’ live on [x2]

Rest in peace...