I was not old enuff to understand u when u were here
but now that u r gone i completly understand and respect your artform, realness, and unpredicability
i dont kno how ne one could say that u dont deserve the respect given to u, u gave everyone a reason to throw up "westside" and respect a new artform just as much as ne other
it took u being shot for ppl to say "hes gonna b a legend" even tho u were a legend the first time u spit a verse
16 bars wasnt enuff time 4 u to speak your mind so u moved on to movies and went bak to ur first love, poetry, your poetic words gave a new meaning to poetic justice when on september 13, 1996 you fell to the depths of solitude and we watched as you the rose grew from concrete then died a violent death
