Pain
What’s up my young dog can’t believe you’re here.
You got shot, in my life that was my only fear.
Two years younger thought you would never disappear, now I see you here fighting and can’t help but shed a tear.
My young dog thought of you as my bro, now the doctors says your mom may never see you grow, into a man. And I blame myself for that it makes me feel as if I’m the one who got jacked.
We used to go places when I scooped you out the hood.
Jealous faces, but we thought it was all good.
We stuck together tighter than any glue, now I don’t know the next time I’ll talk to you.
It was like any Friday got off about five, payday so you know everything was fine. I came to get you at your normal spot, that’s when someone came over and said you were shot. One in the chest, two in the leg I couldn’t even cry. That night I walked the street with my nine by my side, thinking "they tried to kill him now somebody got to die."
I had a clue a jealous cat we knew from way back, so I ran up on him he fled and I emptied the clip. At long distance, then I saw his body stop waited there just a second then I saw it drop. No feeling of remorse didn’t care if he was the one, all I knew is someone just like him tried to murder my "Son".
I know two wrongs don’t make a right, knowing that another night it could be me but it was my little bro and that ain’t right. The saying goes "it’s always the good ones that die," but I swear there’ll be plenty more if my man never opens his eyes.
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