On this Endless train I think about the past that we had
All the good times hard times and the laughs
And it makes me sad
When I think about all the smiles
All those times we used to go wild
Images pass by these windows just like my memories
Faces of all those people who were true friends to me
My niggaz, my bitches, my crew, and you
Didn’t think I would meet any new people who knew
As I go forth in a new direction
What do I choose with all these intersections
Will you all remember me will my name even get a mention?
Will the path I choose lead to failure or succession?
The rain has passed now the suns out
Let the rays hit your face with no cares and doubts
Even though we will all go different routes
Just remember these times without any hesitation or clout
Now BCA class of 09’ give it one…….last……shout….