Dog Face Doc 11th LIB Americal Infantry Division RVN
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Toe to toe and blow for blow,
Back in the day that's the way it would go,
Everybody had a shank
Including smoke'n Joe Frazier,
The old dudes would slice you up
With a straight handle razor,
Everybody went to the Dojo or the Gym,
But if you saw Bruh Howell...
You knew not to challenge him,
He wasn't the type of Cat that you could diss,
Look at him the wrong way
You'd feel the power of his fist,
He looked out for his young boys
They looked up to him,
He was a brother to a brother
A friend to a friend,
An Overbrook high school football star,
When handed the ball he was touchdown bound,
Bruh couldn't be tackled
But he brought the biggest and fastest dudes down,
His parents moved to Florida
And that's the last time I saw him around,

Academic whiz kid with a vocabulary in the stratosphere,
Athlete, street fighter,gang leader
And warrior who never showed no fear,
A neighborhood legend and only in his late teens,
amerikkka started a war and Brother joined up
On the side of U.S. Marines,

Musa said he saw him last, wearing a T-shirt,
Walking down Master Street in a pair of jeans,
As high as a kite in two feet of snow...
That was about 38 years ago,

Drinking Robitussin AC with and chasing it with
Turpenhydrate and codeine,
Hitting up on weed like a marijuana smoking machine,
He had all kinds of potential,
Much more than most,
The U.S. Military turns the best among us to toast

Habib Abu Lateef

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