For my 'angel'...

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This song was written by Eminem in memory of his friend (and rapper)Proof.
Proof was... Proof IS the leader of a crew of rappers named D12, which Eminem belongs to as well.

In 2006, Proof was shot and killed during an altercation in Detroit. After his friend's death, Marshall wrote three songs for him.
And this is my favourite one among these three songs.

I'm going to highlight some sentences because they made me think about my best friend (She's alive, of course! XD).
Her name means 'Angel'(female vers.) in my native language.

I really do remember her, while listening to some parts of this beautiful song.

Anyway, if you have time please watch the video/listen to the song, because I think It's worth it.

*Proof, your fans will never forget you.
Thanks for all.*

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Hook>

The days are cold, livin' without you;
the nights are long, I'm growing older.
I miss the days of old, thinkin' about you.
You may be gone, but you're never over.

Verse 1>
If Proof could see me now, I know he'd be proud.
Somewhere in me deep down, there's something in me he found.
That made him believe in me, now no one can beat me now.
You try, it'll be them doors, Andre's phatom, believe me clowns
That means suicide homie, you'll never throw me
off of this course, blow me,
Bitch, I do this all for the sport only.
But I want it all, I'm not just talking awards, homie!
And the balls in my court, and it's lonely
on top of the world when you're the only
one with the balls in your shorts
to leave them jaws on the floor with no re-morse.
Remember that when they get to doggin' you boy, homie.
So y'all can just get to bloggin' about bologna.
I'm not gonna stop the saga.
Continue, no stoppin' the force, Obi.
I'm moppin the floors with them, I keep tryna pass it.
But they keep on droppin' the torch
And it won't be, long til this sport is O-V-
E-R, Just Blaz and we knockin' them doors and no we
ain't pumpkins on Halloween but we'll show up on your porch, so be
careful what you say, there ain't no punks over here, so follow me
through the fog like I'm S-N-double-O-P,
Let me guide you through the smoke G.
If only I wasn't travellin' down this road by my lonely,
no one who knew me like you will ever know me,
I don't think you understand how much you meant to me.

(Hook)

Verse 2>
For you, I wanna write the sickest rhyme of my life,
So sick it'll blow up the mic, It'll put the dyna in mite.
Yeah, it'll make the dopest MC wanna jump off a bridge and shit hisself,
tap dancin' all over the beat, it'll jump off the page and spit itself.
Yeah, it's the best thing I could do, right now for you Dudey, is to rap.
So I'mma fuck 'till I die, yeah I'mma do it to death.
And instead of mourning your death, I'd rather celebrate your life.
Elevate to new height, step on the gas and accelerate, I'mma need two mics,
cuz the way that I'm feelin' tonight, everything I can just do right.
There's nothing that I can do wrong, I'm too strong and I'm just too hyped.
Just finished the rhyme and bust it and excuse the corny metaphor.
They'll never catch up to all this energy that I've mustered.
So God just help me out while I fight through this greivin' process,
Tryna process this loss is makin' me nauseous,
But this depression ain't takin me hostage,
I've been patiently watchin' this game, pacin' these hallways,
You had faith in me always.
Proof, you knew I'd come out of this slump, rise from these ashes,
Come right back on they asses, and go Mike Tyson on these bastards,
And Imma show 'em, blow 'em out the water, slaughter 'em homes,
I'll own so many belts the only place they can hit me is below 'em.
Homie, I know I'm never gonna be the same with you.
I woulda never came in this game, I'm going insane without you.
Matter of fact it was just the other night, had another dream about you.
You told me to get up, I got up and spread my wings and I flew.
You gave me a reason to fight, I was on my way to see you.
You told me "Nah, Dudey, you're not layin' on that table", I knew,
I was gonna make it, soon as you said "Think of Hailie", I knew.
There wasn't no way that I was gonna ever leave them babies, and Proof.
Not many are lucky enough to have a guardian Angel like you.
Lord, I'm so thankful, please don't think I don't feel grateful, I do!
Just grant me the strength that I need, for one more day to get through.
So homie, this is your song, I dedicate this to you.
I love you, Dudey!

(Hook)