Looking for inspiration for this letter and thoughts of you
came to my mind, my homie from day one always pushing
me to do something better. Coming from our neighborhood
Where dudes just focus on making the chedder, mula, green or whatever you
wanna call it. On the weekend we played like alcoholics to forget
the pain of friends past vivid pictures of murders bodies chopped
up in cars, or dumped in garbage cans, memories where haunted. The
good times is always what you flaunted we planned to get of the block
and maybe make it to the league, but with time crime is what became our
intrigue. We would go to the clubs at night and act a fool we was just two
teenagers to cool for school, ups and downs heartbreaks we shared at
the same time I keep an eye on your girl you kept an eye on mine.
When my folks tripped about passed curfews, your mom would let
me crash on the couch. that’s just how tight we were. Sitting now years
later thoughts become a blur, as i see the different paths we took you
got life behind bars for being a crook, and vows with my wife i took.
Our lives could’ve been published in a book, it would’ve been called brothers
from another mother, walking away from this pen and pad, because old
thoughts tend to smother.
By: BTT
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