Uncle by Bishop Hansen
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1 min readMar 6, 2020
From when I was a young
riding my bike at the park
You were always there
on the side standing guard
went from ganging with ma
to fixing cars in the shop
there was one rule to you
that just couldn’t stop
If some one messed with me
you would hit them to hurt
Respect is key
and safety is first
You stand by your code
even if the bullets shed
you laid there on your back
and your body there bled
You’re the toughest I know
and the hardest there is
It was hard for you to go but,
Long have you lived.