a peom to Slim Shady and Proof his best friend that was killed.

For Marshall Mathers an his Best Friend ProofIf its something that you want ask me don’t kill me - you feel me?We don’t always have to agreeJust tell medon’t go behind my back an stab meCant take that backWhatever I got I can always get backYou take me out you takin my kids my friends My fam My future my plansI got to see my son turn to a man! Keep my daughter the Queen she was born asStop the CLOCKBefore you reach for the GlockSTOP anger an EnvyI’m not the enemy Lets go back for a minute how we got here how we got in itUnder educated ,overhatedGreat but underratedjobs wit no wages we were the Slaves that were abated Hated ,kicked ,beratedBorn ,lived, an died in all kinds of Society’s cages.Our blindfolded mind still ragesLike Flames from cross burningsBurning History’s torn Hidden pages The enemy you no longer seedon’t hate the Playa’s Game Hate how he was FramedSurvival skills Reflected societys’ills distorted Mirror of self he kills. Faded colors of Red, Black, an GreenForgot what they Mean..So the enemy Gets the last laugh After allyou an me handcuffed thrown against the wall. Now, Thas GAME!The enemy you no longer see.The enemy aint me.If its something that you want ask medon’t kill me - you feel me?We don’t always have to agreeJust tell me Or is it toLate…© Carolyn Baxter aka Kulcha Born