Текст песни RIP Kobe.(poem) - Paul the Kid

I was all alone
Tryna get it all on my own
I was tryna get right
Tryna get grown

Sometimes wish my friends was my friends
Or maybe the distance was too much
To keep your interest
They ain't see all sides
In God where I trust
Your company is needed
Its love or my lust
Either way take it
Let's get our minds naked
I got 3rd degrees from the heat of the moment
I pull up my sleeves you see my scars showin
The cost of the sleeves don't keep these from hurtin
How I pay my debts and still feel like im a burden
My Jordan's got a crease shit don't hold the same now
Rip Kobe Man shit just the same now