Move On - Live

If I go on my way without you
 Woah where would I go
 If I go on my way without you
 Woah where would I go
 I'm having flashbacks
 Let me relax my dome
 My whole joints blown another soldier won't be coming home
 Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva
 Ties will never sever
 You died tryin' to live better
 Did what you had to do and now you deceased
 I hope you livin' in peace don't even stress that beef
 Go head and sleep count your blessings return to the essence
 Every time I see your fam word is bon I feel your presence
 Its all over bearing witness like jehovah
 ain't nothing strange unless you watch your range like a rover
 Follow me son, what's done is done, forgot it
 God bless his soul while his body's underground rotting
 We won't forget you let a brother try to dis you
 I swear to god he better have a blade and plus a pistol
 Forever miss you got babies that want to kiss you
 Shining like crystal, and at your wake I pass your ma a tissue
 He was only thirteen when he burst his splean
 The shot was fatal
 He died right there upon the kitchen table blaow
 It happened all alone in his house
 Not a creature was stirrin', not a roach or a mouse
 And I was just with him, playin' Sega
 And buggin' on the horn with some honeys like a couple of playas
 And now he's gone
 I'm speakin' on my man K-Shawn
 Forever on my mind mentally as I kick my song
 He used to talk about the box in the closet
 Where his pops kept a glock and all the safety deposits
 Now he stressed, fiendin' just to hold some heat
 I guess it came from all the stories that he heard in the street
 I can't explain it, its ill how we used to feel
 I used to tell him stop playin' wit that chrome-piece steel
 He never listened, and now my man is missin' in action
 I blame it on the fools in the street that's always blastin
 Aiyyo my dreams are filled with terror
 Shots gettin' nearer
 Paralyzed and right in front of my eyes its gettin' clearer
 A tragedy resulted from a brothers bad scratch
 Tried to rob a deli but the gat he had was raggy
 Bullets sprayed, ricocheted and automatically
 Hit a bystander, young girl named Amanda
 The slugs in her back by this cat buggin' no crap
 Another rugrat, somebody tell me where the loves at
 Was only seven already on her way to heaven
 She reached her day and now she won't see her wedding
 Some might say that this was destined or something
 But her parents only had one child and now they left with nothing
 Book all that flix and when they daughter was six
 Before they moved from the bricks and got caught up in the mix
 They thought things would get better now they stressed forever
 They last vision was image of a blood-soaked sweater