Its been 9 years and everyday I think about you lil bruh. I never thought someone younger than me could teach me so much in life, but you did. Your life & death inspired me in many ways. You taught me what a real hustla was. You didn't hustla for vanity you hustled to make your families lives better. Kodi I remember how we use to sit on the steps in the projects looking at the sky dreaming of better days. Watching dope fiends creeping around in the middle of the night, our friends running up to cars trying to make a sell, and skinheads & the polices fucking with us everytime we walked to the corner store. Life was hard but the love we all had for each other kept us together. I remember when you stepped off the steps for the first time and started hustling yourself, following your big brother. You didn't need me to protect you in the streets you were a warrior but I still made sure if anyone ran up they would feel hot slugs. We were wild back then, doin things we watched the older hood niggas do... They were our role models. You became the ulimate hustla, you didn't have a vice, you didn't smoke, you didn't drink, you didn't even curse... You just hustled to make sure your family would be ok... And you made sure me & my brother Dada was always ok and for that love I would die for you....Kodi I miss you bruh... These niggaz not hungry, they not go gettas, they never had to really struggle....one of the reasons I don't like these fake ass rappers... They never been in shoot outs, they never had to pull licks, they just "rappin" a lifestyle we really lived....you made sure I never had to sell one rock, all I had to do is be there for you and if I had to light a nigga, skinhead, or police or whoever up for you I would without second thought... I love u, I miss you, and that hustle you had lives in my soul... You are forever with me my brother...
RIP Kodi aka "lil' Phuk" BGP / PVA
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