To My Brother's Brother

When I heard that my brother lost a brother that I never got to meet...
Cuz there was angry gang violence, fightin'; guns in the street...
I nearly fell back, aghast
Wishing I could go back in the past
And make it so that breath wasn't his last...

But that moment never came
But his death won't be in vain
And we'll never forget his name
Edwin, your memory is our joy and pain
But I don't mind never getting the chance to hug you or share a dance
Cuz your legacy is spoken of amongst Kings
And that's when my soul agrees, that although we don't control these things
I know you're guiding and protecting our Kings those nights when too much pain makes it sting
When the thought of you leaves them crying.

So when just hearing them speak of you tugs at my heart strings,
I know it is then that we are safely wrapped in your angel wings.
And my heart sings.
Axé my brother.

(Written on November 12, 2012)