i was raised in the gutta,around hoe's and smuttas
didnt connect with my fam,really all i had was my brotha
my lil sister was too young to understand the pain i felt
like a punch in the head or gettin beat wit a belt
moms stung out on heroin,4 niggas in my house,and it was scarin men
seein my mom layed out,eyes glazed over like donuts
not breathin god took her away and now he owe's us
my younger brotha i couldnt reach him in time
he followed after me and put his life on the line
walking together to the corner store around the block
like 4 niggas pulled out the heat and all i heard was shots
now when i walk to the store i look in the spot
where my brother was killed by 1 single shot
1 bullet to the chest,piericed his heart
in the box i seen him in,man it broke my heart
cause if i was standing where he was standing it would ov' been me not him
and knowing that he's gone,and i'll never see him again
my otha brotha,i take of him like he's my child
cant have him runnin the streets all buck wild
he's more like a book worm,a school boy
not like my lil brotha,who was toatin them metal toys
man if you got a lil brotha or a lil sister
sit down and talk to em',dont play around and diss em
cause once their gone,you'll realize how much you really miss em'

Nice, I felt that shit..... had some good metaz in it also.... some lines seemed a little long but shit is was coo.

pz
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thankx bruh..like i said in my introduction,i spit about what i've seen,and what i've been thru..i write poetry too,you should peep that as well

Well i feel what you sayin.i lost my sister cause of that shit and i haven't seen my mom.but that was a nice keep it comin.shiiiit io grew up hard to.

holla at ya girl