Standing in my room, thinking bout things on ~my mind~
i ~started to cry~, yea im an ~emotional guy~
i ~despise to cry~, but ~i cry~ cause ~i despise~
~my eyes~, open steadily.. steadily tears ~go dry~
whiping my face, as an instinct to ~polluted skin~
cause my brotha went to war, as i ~soluted him~
said he ~be back~, but i new deep down he wouldnt ~be back~
~who knew~ he'd get a ~32~ special in ~his back~
i guess i did. I never wanted to let my ~brother go~
my heart gets ~smothered slow~, i guess i ~suffer more~
but these thoughts clog ~my brain~, leavin me ~insane~
im not the ~same~to~the~game~, cause the game~aint~the~same~
its different without my brother, the ~one i love~
i know he still wit me, hes just the ~one i loved~
the ~one i hugged~, he was just tryin to take ~care of me~
this world ~aint fair to me~, this shit was just anotha ~scare to me~
but he was just ~gettin paper~, so i ~could eat~
but never made it home..... I was ~only three~
i used to say he left me on purpose ~you know~
but to ~truley known~, i had to let the ~fact Go~
that he loved me and my mom, and was willing to give ~his life for us~
little did we know, that he gave ~his life for us~



tru story..

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