RIP DINKY D ......
Even though the bird flew him memory flows through in actions no words a homie sittin high spitin his verbal splerge his vocal majic rang out and manifested in a beat bobbin our heads from this lyrical beast a tru soldier of the game flew away to peace never can be replaced only visions of you no one can erase truly missed you are and forever will raine as a Dinky D a gifted man. By Chereka Cole-Brown
