I never knew the man
But I heard he was a good man
My biggest hope is he’s held
tight in heaven’s hand.
My soul aches at the news of violence
Fools committin’ crimes when they high
up off that nonsense
Common decency seems to be
the biggest offense–no peace in these streets-
we sleep only in eternal silence.
I never knew the man,
But I heard he was a good man…
His good will never be good enough,
But my God’s grace is always just enough.
I hope your soul can rest easy now knowing
I was inspired by a dead man
that I didn’t really know
Dad said he never stopped
trying, had nothing,
But always kept trying.
Great father and he always
That’s prolly why it hurt so much
hearing about him dying.
-C.R (Concrete Rhythm)