The last dance

Life’s pushy, we compare, but I’m stuck in a dream,

Wake up, grab my phone, call you, “Yo, rich God, I had a bad scene.”

We laugh, say “Bro, get outta here, I’m breathing, see you soon,”

But you left me alone, promised to raise MME flag, now it’s gloom.

Wake up, say “Yo General, I got you, bro,” I need that right now,

Pain’s deep, no meds can fix, just need your voice somehow.

Whisper in my ear, “It ain’t over, we got a long run,”

MME flag still needs us, we ain’t done.

Why death chose you, I refuse to accept you’re gone,

Those we love never die, so I won’t cry, just smile on.

You once told me those we love never die,

My friend, you’ve got a job to do—you now have the power of leading, you see what I don’t.

Be the guardian, because we never die, we multiply.

MME needs that strength, because you’re MME and we are Rich God.

May your soul rest in peace, Human Rich God.

Your spirit’s a compass, guiding us through night,

Every step we take, you’re right there in sight.

We carry your name, loud and clear,

In every beat, you’re always near.

Feel your presence, whispering, “It ain’t over yet,”

We still run long, MME flag’s not done, no reset.

Death, don’t be proud, you took much from us,

Rest in peace, Rich God, we hold you in trust.