C.J. is.... The balance of my aspirations. On your mark, get set, go for my motivation. Lead eagle that sets the standard, as the rest fly by, Coupe de Ville or CTS- Jay places the bets and all ages follow close. Those who suppose his dose is purely verbose shall feel the Wrath of Khan... Subtle charm, wit equipped, the 2 starter and new found "Watcher". The balance of my aspirations. No closer blood. No bond the same and the stars bear thy aim. C.J. is eternally at my side.... Brother of mine.
Rhakeem is... My template for passion, pigskin passing, pencil-prowess, bird showers, graffiti sketching, Ralph Laurenning, lady charming, garment donning, punch throwing, Bible toting, Hip Hop connoisseuring, Thundercats and Transformering, baby raising, BX behaving and then.... He is the perfect compliment to my father.... Pop gave me the birds and the bees... sigh, Rhakeem gave me the hawks and dragonflies. He is a 2-liter Pepsi cola drinking, KFC bucket of fried chicken eating, worse smelling farts in history, ever, leaving. More so than me, the human reason why I'll be who I'll be. Love you to death. Love you through death. See you when I see you.
Peter Rhakeem Warren, Big BROTHER twice, Father and Son thrice, big brother a million times.
Sunrise: March 23, 1975 - Sunset: December 18, 2008
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