My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells
His attachment, flawed till his last breath/
Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since
Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits
Cause i ain't really care what the rest say
Now his rank stripped and his life taken away,
Haven't killed in weeks killed a fuck nigga then i wrapped him in some sheets
Who was brushing his teeth when he happened to see a bitch using anal beads,
In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine
Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,
His conscience can take him to his grave
But she took it in his place
On his dying wish, his grave, his name, they set his astray house aflame,
Now you scratchin' on my back, i see your pleasure in my pain
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