To my friend DJ Benu, a member of the Sankofa Circle,
The Sankofa Perspectives radio show stopped just when he
really began to grow.



We're tired of the shots
We won't ever use the word forgot
Our partner
Our fellow comrade shot
You fools who won't let go
Cannot stand to see your X
With a real man
Why you brothers always have to false flex
You the one left out the do'a
But keep comin' around fillin' up the trash can
We're powerless
We're doing the best that we can
Our words cannot express with evenness
Our true feelings about you fools
Takin' people out over what you chose to lose
Try livin' without the killin' tools
Life not death is the rule
Too many have We lost
Why!
Try!
Fly!
Fly bird fly
Above this mess
I'm so mad I could cry
But a tear would not quicken the day ya'll fools shall fry
My words have always been my outlet
My brain from the memories of my
fallen peep's will always sweat
Steve
DJ Benu as we knew him
The Sankofa Cirle
Will not roll the same
Without your name