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( I Found This Fitting )

The question is how do you go on from here?

I looked around at the funeral, small; mainly close friends and I got the kids up here too.

Dutchess bitch ass mama tried showing up, but I stopped her at the door.

None of that negative, ghetto shit was welcomed where my baby girl was finna be laid to rest.

Ion give af.

She was acting crazy and I could tell she was drunk, this was a peaceful moment ... I'm sure Dutchess wouldn't want her ass here either.

She loves her mama, but its still fuck her mama.

That nigga Denzel? Dead, dead asf.

He fucked up hurting Dutchess, every nigga that crossed her path was no good.

And each nigga that did, died behind her.

I love this girl, and I always will.

There ain't shit gon change bout that.

She had so much to live for.

All that money she was saving up was for herself and them kids.

Now the last time they'll see her is laid up in a casket.

Shit ain't fair,

Both of em came to my side as the pastor did the sermon.

We were all too distraught to even speak without breaking down.

I pulled them close, "I got yall forever."

Damani looked up at me with tears in her eyes, "you promise?"

I nodded my head, "I promise."

Dorian just had a mug on his face; I could tell he wanted to cry but be was trynna stay strong for his little sister.

"Lil man ... you can cry, sometimes its the best thing for us."

As soon as I said that, he let his tears go.