RSP cipher (for James Bottiglio, RIP)

its a place where we drank. we were tried not to litter our bottles, barrelbound, and we toss rhymes-echo off the side of buildings. we were those cats that didn't sleep until everyone was tired and tried. its just funny what you forget and what makes you remember. its a soft somber mood, but then again the killswitch. they left him out in the motherfuckin cold for hours to die slow. but then again he lives in these lines. he wasnt a best friend. but then, he was a lil homie, a drinking partner, sometimes someone to talk to when the bottle was hollow or not deep enough to swim. he was that laugh-out-loud and stumble step. wrong place, wrong time, wrong be, wrong is, wrong people, wrong situ. but what about what we heard before the storm, before the frigid night when they left him to leak. he was trying to disprove what people already thought...like we all tried to do. just like me and you. and it could've been us, no different. college, intervention, or a bid doesnt prepare you to come home to it all. battlescars forgotten, latenight breaklights forgotten, bench ciphers forgotten, makeout sessions forgotten because we dimiss our past as trivial. but that was real. you and i were both real. and now I reel from the tension; and leaving the past cant prepare you for that. I pack just like he packed. And I'd show and shove just like he did if need be- wishing I could have been a better man through it all. And I- is home, and J- is home, and hours are getting faster and the air gets colder every night. But, I am feeling better, brighter, and more enlightened. We were raised like this, left to the cares of beatboxes and e and j bottles and dimesacs, crushed pills, armor, memories, breakfast sandwiches, disses, drunk spraypaint on the side of the projects, and knives. fuck the motherfuckin knives, fuck all the violence, fuck tryna be a man, fuck staying around, and fuck running away. Live life now for those that cant. peace always to my little homie. peace to those memories, and peace to the godz still living.