What are we to do, when our own idols fall like flowers?
We all know it’s winter, we all feel the cold.
Who are we gonna have to look up to, in heaven you are, in. I choose never to look down ever then.
Who is bold enough to point fingers? Daily we all put on pretend and post fake selfies, who are we fooling?
Better are the legends we walked this earth with. Nobody told us. We were all here. We saw their faces.
We do not cry for the loss, but we celebrate the honour of watching, from the front row.
Spitting fire, Dripping umswenko, eating cotton trends.
Take your flowers king, beautiful memory. Never-ending melody.