This is a poem written by Blake In my eyes I have a fear A fear that I think of everyday Not knowing that I'll be alive The next minute gone, I think of it often as I sit here praying for my homeboy that's six feet underground I close my eyes and wish this wouldn't be for real Slow and painfully a teardrop drifts down my cheek I have anger and pride inside But in my mind I have fear That one day it will be me laying here The fear grows and grows Each and everyday That someday I will be next So as I leave the cemetery I turn back and take a good glance of all the lives that are gone but never forgotten