Socrates...... a poem by mar Dog.. I wish i had your name, Naw fuc that, your brain. To know you dont know shit is some heavy stuff to deal wit. And you dealt with it like a champ. In my section we would call you a loc, and you could have all the hoes, drank and smoke. Speakin' of drank, i'd like to kic the ass of the nicca that made you sip from that death cup. That was messed up. But nevermind that, we still got yo bac. Big homie Socrates, DOPE ASS PHILOSOPHIES.