Uncle Clarence was a rolling stone
My real pop was a coward
My Uncle was on the top
My Uncle was my father
My real pop wasn't in my life
My Uncle was a rolling stone
My Uncle's flesh bloody bones is my soul
My Uncle gave me love
My Uncle raised me to be above stupidity
My Uncle taught me to control my temper
My Uncle calms me down
My Uncle wakes me up from my alarm
My Uncle is my savior
My Uncle had goodness inside
My Uncle didn't have hoodness inside
My Uncle to this day loved the gay side of beauty and love.
My Uncle was and is a true rolling stone
Rest in Peace my Uncle Savior and Dad
May 10,1945 - May 12,2013
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