R.I.P JB
U was too young son to throw ur hat in the ring Fighting like a soldier ,with everything to conquer anything U contravene, although they kept you quarantined 25 years, and then pouf then your gone Now, how am I suppose to move on Now tell me how the show is suppose to go on When it still remain dark in the mist of the dawn 2009 the fifth day, of the seventh While I watch u smile and struggle your heart beginning to leaven U left and caught the grey hound right straight to heaven wishing that you can win the battle once again Or Be born again With Your loss we will forever suffer your royal pain I’m not gonna just keep you mentally alive As if you’re an archive I admired your strife You were larger than life I still pray for you at bedtime I still wish I could of giving you some of my enzyme And maybe you might have had a longer lifetime At least you would of been here at this point of time Every body has their time god needed an angel and it was u that had to go He needed a command