8 years is......what it's about to be,
I remember sitting' on the stairs just pops & me,
And when he asked me how I felt,
I told him I felt like, I had been thrown from a boucany,
Because I couldn't take it, my heart dropped,
Now that I think about it, I think my heart stopped,
Coming back to my senses, I realized,
Really I....couldn't believe my brother died,
But I had to except the truth,
Man I cried for days on, that's what death will do,
Even though you were young, I guess you ran out of years,
I stopped cryng for a while, because I ran out of tears,
"Reuben Crosby, to the office" on the intercom,
I got down there, and didn't see my mom,
So I asked my pops, man...what's going' on,
"We getting' "Michael" from the school, and then we going' home,
So I walked to the van,
The 1st face I saw, was my sis' "Rikki-Ann"...
But, she was sad, not in the playing' mood,
So I, sat in the back of the van, looking' confused,
I didn't know what to do, I didn't know what to say,
But leaving school early, wasn't any normal day,
So I just sat there quiet, and closed my mouth,
And my pops said, "we'll talk when we get back to the house",
Now, when we pick up "Mike",
There was no talking' at all, we were as quiet as mice,
A long ways from home, well, not really,
But it seemed that way, from, the weird feeling,
Then, we got back to the house,
My mom politely asked us to sit on the couch,
And I couldn't help but notice, that her eye's were red,
Then my pops gritted his teeth, and said he was dead,
Could've-should've, but I didn't believe, and I fought,
The thoughts that were flying' through my head,
How'd it happen, he died in his sleep, no cause,
This morning they found him lying in the bed,
Him Being "Le'Bron, Michael Lawrence Crosby",
The one who taught me how to dribble, and to hold "D",
The one who told me to hold the rock steady,
If I take the winning' shot, be ready,
Because you only get one shot, like "Eminem",
I swear I would do anything, to chill with him,
Man I put that on my life, and I really hate the grim,
And if I had one wish, I would say to be with him,
I remember the limousine, in which we road,
To the graveyard, I said goodbye, with the kiss of a rose,
Yeah, "goodbye to yesterday", but not the "end of the road",
Because we will see again, fa-sho-and you know,
To, give "Aaliyah" a.......kiss on the cheek for me,
And shake hands with, "Jam-Master-J",
So he can feel through you, that me,
(((T.C.))), is about to make history,
This is more than a "rap", or a poem,
But I'm a be real Bro', I know you're gone,
So until the day we meet again, so long,
I'm so strong, but the fact that your gone, seems so wrong.