Like a big brother you were to me
we've known each other sense I was 3.
So vary protective you were of me
When we were trying to survive the streets.
I was 11 you were 13 thats when the sh*t started with drugs and weed.
Hustling to survive
never knowing of another way to get by.
A couple of homies here and there
But most of them died in a couple of years.
Fate took a turn when I was 22 and you were 24
We decided we couldn't do it any more.
We got tired of all the drama, drug bust, and your baby's mamas.
We were done with the world against you and I.
It was your birth day you turned 25
That was the day you and I died.
A old drug dealer that caught us by surprise.
We were shot like we always said we would die.
My last moments I spent looking into your eyes and I was in yours.
we were just 2 more people who's life was cut short.
