it breaks me down to think how we've grown
but i still see you as a shorty, i'm the sucker i know
i realize it but don't believe it and hopefully you'll get home
my soul to keep we both the suckers not just bustin in poems
receivin letters gotta stack of em scratch on my soul
like prison bars with clenchin fists grippin
it's practice for hope
i read a kite flown like nine times
and slide out a pen
to recollect upon our youth and truth like nine outta ten
when cinder blocked locked and hollowed
right's a hard walk to follow
tomorrow's never promised
honest, but honestly i trust that God knows
our struggles, Harvey to the Jungle
it's hard to be humble
when all we sees trouble and poverty bubbles
and policies stumbled
some fam man
when i cried all i can
tried to be the bigger brother
hide my smile in my hands
to swallow piling sands of time slide in
Mike got a daughter
i try to hit you with some hope and sight the mics i done slaughtered
i brought it to 'em like we said we would i see you sometimes
in the strangest heinous places painted faded sunshine
you're like a shorty to me still son
ghost is my celly
remembrance of yesters essences
much love your bro qwelly
I think about it sometimes i think about how we've grown
I think about you still a shorty, who's the sucker i know
i realize it but don't believe it and hopefully you'll get home
my soul to keep we both the suckers not just bustin in poems
i think about it when i'm eatin this burger
how you aint free to eat burgers
just stuck for lust sleepin with murderers
it turns this burger into sand in my stomach who knew
that we'd be livin our lives decisions
skewed hued through a skewed view
a cruel youth produces bruised fruit
philosophies land fill
systems inducin cats that curiosity just cant kill
its lock and key and stand still no sleep for our brethren
treatin kings just like they slaves COs readin our letters
depletin our centers and leavin weepin mothers in winter
it drives our fathers to insanity when families splintered
cause a letters never a hug and now my windows just pain (pane)
sittin like a shitty whisper in its rain painted frame
this pain painted brain strain for prayin burstin insane
cursed to burdens here were chained to this earth spin
it turns us into monsters fightin beasts from its belly
i still be prayin for your freedom every second dog love and peace qwelly
it breaks me down to think how we've grown
but i still see you as a shorty, i'm the sucker i know
we realize it but don't believe it and hopefully you'll get home
my soul to keep we both the suckers not just bustin in poems