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[Verse 1]



Fresh out of rehab



Looking like he never Smoked tweak he has cheeks and they're lookin like some beanbags



Doesn't have his jeans sagged and has his self esteem back



I say its good to see you clean bro I mean that



Just for fun we'd throw on gloves I got beat bad



That muthafucka always got me with some clean jabs



Yeah he always had me whenever it'd come to scrapping



But fuck it cause I had him whenever it would come to these raps



And we'd stay up and play



Call of duty Sometimes watch a movie covered in crumbs from a bunch of lays



We hanged every other day it was fuckin great



I was lookin up to him for once and not the other way



But I was still afraid that he'd go out with his buds and blaze/



Cause I knew he couldn't handle the tempta-tion



But he shunned all his ugly ways/



I was convinced he was gunna change/



[Verse 2]



Pretty soon little stuff went missin



They were convinced it was my bruh, but I was against it



They say he's back to his addiction, I believed it just a smidgen



I was more convinced that my alcoholic uncle did it



He's been in and out of prison so before we make a dumb decision



Shouldn't he be considered for what was committed?



Just admit it, but my aunt lost her locket



The day that it was purchased and went searchin my bros pockets



She found out kicked him out and, he swore that he found it on the floor and forgot it, but no one bought it



Except me, I didn't think he was on meth, no



Maybe he's a clepto and don't know how to let go



But he did get a little bit thinner



But maybe he just missed a few dinners



At least he can visit whenever



I didn't care what they said I was convinced he was better



[Verse 3]



I can see it in his face man he smoked something



Mom confronted him now they're both cussing



She's pouring out like yolk I tried to cool it down with jokes but it slows nothing



Here we go again



Except this time he shoved her, he shoved her



So hard her head slammed against the cupboard



I grabbed him by the neck and say don't touch my mother



You motherfucker and I punch him right in his damn mouth till its punctured



Mom pulls me off and I tell him he gotta go



He stumbled out of the house and mumbled sorry bro



That had me freeze up like stagefright, man I hate fights



I know I should of brought him back home and made thangs right



Fuck, man I should of hit the break lights



It wasn't him, Drugs were the reason he didn't think right



But who'da known that he'd die frm an overdose the same night



My problem was that I didn't speak



I held it in and I let him sink



If you have someone you love that's doing drugs



I know its hard but play a part and help them to think



Talking don't make you less or weak



I regret the words I never said that week



Its embedded in my head I won't forget it till I'm dead



But at least then I can get some sleep