Living life as a blind man doing time a young man coming up in his prime tha lil bother was a good kid got around the wrong people and start it slagin and banging try to get him out of this living in start it to rhyme now living in jail for his crime.
But he didn't know what the trouble that he was about to partake prone to his bad living not knowing rite from wrong in his mistake.
My brother was living in dreams of hail balls of flames from the earth quakes of hate ache and pain trying to awake him before his life becomes in steak.
Told him it take times for us people as a nation to get by but he didn't listen as he said they all was lies.
Now u see his eyes a young black male dieding but we all know why isn't surprise cryin at night saying man I miss that guy asking tha lord do I half to say my last goodbyes! ? ...
Even if he still living in my mind every one died as could be as he get's the 3 degree. Man I miss my brothers marquis and mevin….. Tha lost souls………….
christian guice
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