I've been wondering about you a lot lately.
What you'd be like now.
If you'd have kids or a wife.
A steady job.
I wonder if we'd still keep in touch,
or if we'd ever hang out.
If you'd still be rapping.
I wonder if you would have made it big by now,
or if you'd changed your ways.
But always, when I'm overwhelmed with my 'what if' thoughts, I remember that it doesn't even matter because you're in a better place.
Happy Birthday, SRA.