Hey everybody( Stumbles to the microphone, with a 40 in his hand) . How is everybody (we’re good said the crowd).  Let me tell yall about one of my favorite kids to coach basketball, Zamir. He was smart, very good in basketball. He was D1 bound, that mean he had offers to D1 colleges like Duke, North Carolina, and Kentucky. He did not grow up in the best of neighborhoods. He grew up in North Philly. Where he wakes up gunshots in the middle of the night. He was not the leader type. He just went with drift. What ever his friends do he do. That’s why he did not have the best role models. I would say “Boy you know you be at practice. You won’t make in life by selling drugs or being around them niggas that sell drugs.” His responds was “ I need to bring money home for my mom, this basketball thing ain’t going to but bacon on my table.” Well it went something like that  I would tell him everyday to come to practices. Ill text him he’ll say “ Yeah coach” Or “ I got you”. He would be out there with them drug dealers, he didn’t think I would know that but I did. One day, I texted him saying you better be at practice. He told me “k”. So I took his word. 3:50 hits, that’s the time of practice. So I was worried. Then I get A call saying he been shot at a drug house. I couldn’t deal I felt like it was my fault. So I started to drink, pop pills. I did not know what to. Then One day somebody told me that “Don’t waste God time”. He wasted God time. So that’s why we are sitting here today. That’s why I am speaking at his funeral. If he went to practice this wouldn’t happen. He is so selfish. He would not listen to me now yall cannot live the life yall want, and now is death is on my shoulder. Fuck him. He messed up my life. He messed ya’lls to. ( Drops the microphone, wobbles.)