When its my turn to see God who will give tribute to me? Who'll read the obituary, drop flowers and wish me a peaceful journey?Will my soul rest among the best when they speak of the revolutionary?One day will the kids of the future read about me and you in the library? Tell them to label me a solutionary! Who will miss me when I am gone? I hope they temporarily mourn and move on.Who will listen to my words to get them through? Like, how I needed encouragement and I got that from you! Who will recognize the broken dialect of street fused intellect? And who will collect knowledge from what I do?I hope it's you! Will it be you who will dissect and connect to perfect what was tried and proven true? If this is true,can you say that I am a gift for uplift, and you thankfully praise the giver?