I wasn’t a fan

Not that I saw anything wrong with him, but I assumed he mostly rhymed about the streets, gangs, and glory.

I knew him as Lauren’s man

And loved their love

Although to be honest, at first I thought she could do better.

I heard that he did great things in the community

Still, I didn’t think his music deserved a shot.

I wasn’t a fan.

He was just Lauren’s man.

So it was shocking to me

When on Sunday night,

I couldn’t stop crying.

Weeping.

Sobbing.

For this Black man’s life.

I saw all the lives he touched

How those I respected

Respected him.

I did some research

To learn more.

And I felt ashamed.

Because I wrote him off

Never bothered to give him a chance

When he was doing all that I’ve said I wanted to do

Wanted to see done by those who made it.

I felt like Peola.

And so, it’s my turn to throw myself at the back of the hearse

Crying

Sobbing

Weeping

Because I didn’t appreciate his life when it was here.