Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Farewell

When my story’s told, how will they tell it?
"Will they say I was a giver or will they say I was selfish
will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint
will I go down as a winner, whats the picture they gon' paint?
wouldn’t say that I’m a quitter thats one thing I know I ain't
will they tarnish, will they taint?
glorify me, overthink, say they know me, say I’m great
say I’m phoney, I was fake
say the things about me they never told me to my face
I was loved I was hated
just a n-gga with a dream
I’m a liar I was honest, I was all of these things
when I’m gone let em talk
they discussing who I am
when they bury me just know I was nothing but a man
wasn’t nothin’ but a man" . . . . RIP W.C

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I think will will love that poem. I feel strange driving down veterans memorial the few times i have driven that way.

A Writer Writes said...

I feel strange walking out of indoor on Walters. It's like I'm waiting for him to approach me. But nothing.

Anonymous said...

I know him since i was 15 yrs old. I remember him being quiet and to himself and once you really get to know him you realize he was full of life. I will forever remember our stovall years

A Writer Writes said...

He will forever be in our hearts. Also, thank you for taking the time to comment.