God knows I'm sorry part 3(the world loves nobody but itself)

He looked fine to me; he knew we were homies, if something was wrong...

He knew I was always there to listen and to help.

 We have been best friends ever since we were toddles; a brother from another mother.

He never mention anything to me, when his mom asks why.

He never told me what was really on his mind when his father asks why.

He always had his vision in check when our high school the teachers ask why.

He was always gangster, when the homies ask why.

But I agree his character change a little bit after the fall out of his last relationship; I mean he was still the same might lion we knew but the roar was not the same.

The heart broken actions only last for a while, we still hit the clubs, drank and chilled with girls, smoked, played video games, had intellectual conversations, we still participated in all the other stupid things youth do.

But I swear, I only saw it sometimes that he was hurting.

I mean he really loved her, for the first time ever....

He spoke of love like paint to a brush, in which he changed his own vision; and painted it into their vision.

He spoke of commitment like she was blood to his heart, like she was air to fire, like she was the moon to night etc.

He looked at her like the way my father looks at my mom.

He said loudly; she was the one as he spoke of marriage

He spoke of consummation like...

Like she was the light which brighten up his future ,

And yeah she was his light; I guess he is the moth that got too close to the lamp.

I mean how could she? Why would she? Play my homie like that,

He did so much for her, he would have given up his eyes if she woke up blind....

Again only if he knew the... the world loves nobody but itself.

Then he wouldn’t have loaded his gun and put a bullet in his head.

I swear if I knew; I would have told him , if I had abilities to predict the future, I would told him; she is bad news when he asked me... what I think about her?

 We would be drinking, smoking or engaged in some deep conversation about something, chilling or something

But I swear as much as I hate her,

 I’m still playing the godfather role to your son. His 3 now, i wish you would have met him. He looks just like you. GOD knows that I’m teaching him to take different paths from the ones we took.

Because now I know; the world loves nobody about itself, I’m making such he knows too.

Every day I tell him about how great of person, a friend, a son, a teacher his was father, we take walks, I pick him up from school etc. and I promise his got mad love for you.

As I constantly move from corner to corner; corners we shared memories at. I find myself just laughing, smiling, crying etc. as I remember.

Although all I can do is throw up a peace sign and pour out some liquor.

Lebron Spirits