The Chase's Legacy

To my kin from the chase, my thanks I impart. For lessons learned deeply, etched within my heart. Through death and through bullets, through overdose's sting. United we stood, what strength did it bring. Hell naw, we never called the laws. No, never.

Greenchase became home, a sanctuary found. Where broken souls gathered, on hallowed ground. A tapestry woven, of pain and of might. A testament to survival, burning ever so bright. Twelve years have now passed, since the chains were undone. And Greenchase, my haven, where my new life's begun. With a love that surrounds me, a beacon so true. Together we'll make it, me and my Byrd, me and you.

The dust settled slow, like a shroud on the land. Each grain a memory, held tight in my hand. The echoes of sirens, the sirens that wailed. A symphony of sorrow, where hope had long failed. I walked from the gates, a ghost in the light. The world a new canvas, stark and so white. No shelter, no solace, no familiar embrace. Just the chill of the pavement, and time I couldn't chase.