Uncle by Bishop Hansen

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.