Poem -

my brother i'm sorry

my life is on a rebound
this is hard for me to say
but my life is mystery
hidden by the scars of thatΒ  terrible day

you were my brother
and it wasn't meant to be like this
first degree murderΒ 
it was supposed to be an easy fix

get in and get out
that was our moto
we pushed and slang drugs
to rise from the bottom

we did it for our families
to get out of that city
but then with every single deal
we got more and more thirsty

we agreed to get out
before we did some unjustice
but then we got caught up
and started to live lavish

then we had to dipΒ 
make peace with God
get out of the gang shit
and start embracing our lives

life was easy
we were always one move away
to get our last deal
and then moving without pain

on the last deal
shit went seriously south
you showed up to early
and i was to late

that bullet was for me
but you caught it right in the brain
wrong timing did you dirty
now a life it did take

my brother im sorry
i told you we were good
but you were killed on the orders
i sent out from the hood

my old groupies
took my best friends life
on orders i sentΒ 
on that terrible night

it wasn't meant to be him
this still kills me today
that was meant for someone else
but he caught it in the brain

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