Every night I pray, wishing that you would change, Scary thoughts run through my head has my brother been shot?
Has he took an over dose?
Sometimes I cry cause I hate to see you when you dranking you remind me so much of mama, what did she get out of it?
NOTHING and neither will you. I dont want to see you dead I look up to you and so do your other brothers and sisters everyone wants to see you get your son they want to see you get a job, Everyone just wants to see you change you ways
