**** Everything Prince Just Died!

The heavens opened up last night, something big was moving on up into the universe, may have been little in the physical world but damn it Prince Rogers Nelson was a big soul.

Apart from being able to play twenty instruments, arrange, dance and compose some amazing songs, Prince was also a reclusive eccentric who was born into a time that made his music timeless.

From falsetto to baritone, this mutha had everything, and there will possibly be none like him ever again.

Prince was always on.

The Squib office is now officially in a mourning period, as we hail witness to one of the greats, a contemporary genius and innovator.

R.I.P April 21

Sometimes it Snows in April

Tracy died soon after a long fought civil war,

just after I’d wiped away his last tear

I guess he’s better off than he was before,

A whole lot better off than the fools he left here

I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because he was my only friend

Those kind of cars don’t pass u every day

I used 2 cry 4 Tracy because I wanted to see him again,

But sometimes sometimes life ain’t always the way…

Sometimes it snows in April

Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad

Sometimes I wish life was never ending,

and all good things, they say, never last

Springtime was always my favorite time of year,

A time 4 lovers holding hands in the rain

Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy’s tears

Always cry 4 love, never cry 4 pain

He used 2 say so strong unafraid to die

Unafraid of the death that left me hypnotized

No, staring at his picture I realized

No one could cry the way my Tracy cried

Sometimes it snows in April

Sometimes I feel so bad

Sometimes, sometimes I wish that life was never ending,

And all good things, they say, never last

I often dream of heaven and I know that Tracy’s there

I know that he has found another friend

Maybe he’s found the answer 2 all the April snow

Maybe one day I’ll see my Tracy again

Sometimes it snows in April

Sometimes I feel so bad, so bad

Sometimes I wish that life was never ending,

But all good things, they say, never last

All good things that say, never last

And love, it isn’t love until it’s past