Tribute To Ashanti. A Guy Who Was Just Started Life.
That cold hands, stiff and unable to move. Slowly he passed on but not with gray hairs. Just a young, harmless, easy going and friendly person. He doesn't exchange words with people neither does he have the time to make enemies. Easy going and ever friendly he is.
Doesn't wear a belt, although he could afford a bulk of it. He is kind, humble and has a lot of humor. He lives live as gentle as being alone, he has beef with nobody, no issues with no man and then death came.
Just like a thief at night, death came and took away our loved one. The person we all care about the person who just played with us. The crawling cold hands took away that poor growing soul. I hope you make heaven my man. I weep for my person.
A Tribute To A Friend. Too heavy to write something long.