[Intro]
Hello?
Hello
Can you hear me?
Yeah, I hear you, mom
What you doing?
It ain't nothin' much, I'm in the studio finishing up this mixtape and stuff
Don't know how to say it, but, um, got some bad news, son
What type of bad news, ma?
Born
What about Born?
Jerry, your brother
I just sort of got a phone call and also I just got a message that he passed, he died
What?
Your brother is gone
Jerry is gone
Born is gone from us

[Chorus]
Can't help but think about my brother who ain't here
And while I spit this verse, I'm 'bout to drop my final tear
Wish you was here
I wish you was here

[Verse 1]
Can't shake this feeling I'm alone, nights I spend at my home
I'm just thinking, how could I make it when facing shit on my own?
These greys is thick on my comb, I'm thirty-four
Going on seventy, heavenly father, martyr, dark as the Persian war
Born free, but still ain't find ways to trap up my soul
I'm built to last when most n***as rather pack up and fold
Stay on track with your goals, my brother's voice in my head again
I swear this shit ain't gon' never end
Couple crazy feelings I'll never pen
Down state, was famous for writing letters I'd never send
Grit your teeth when this poem's read
Soldier with a troubled soul, fighting wars in his own head
How could you feel that it's even fair?
Hit your knees in prayer for my brother no longer breathing air
One day I know I'll be leaving here
No longer breathing air, but I'm living like I don't even care
[Chorus]
Can't help but think about my father who ain't here
And while I spit this verse, I'm 'bout to drop my final tear
You never was there
Never was there

[Verse 2]
Now, I ain't one to be complaining, tired of holding the pain in
My father gave me this life, I despise the day that he came in
I'm in pain, so I blame him, but I ain't into crutches
I don't lean on a n***a, I forgot what that trust is
I ain't want to discuss this, MVP brought it out of me
Undoubtedly the future of rap, my mama is proud of me
You would think I brought in a crowd with me
But I don't deal with the cowardly
Powerfully, I'm built for destruction, killing and hustling
I'm out the game, but making street money still a discussion
My father used to say, "If you point it, make sure you use it"
I used it, now you see why there's pain in all of my music
I trained my thoughts to abuse it, my music
'Cause I don't like talking outside the booth with the useless
Them n***as that whisper label me ruthless, the truth is
I cherish my thoughts and hold 'em exclusive, Confucius, look him up

[Chorus]
Can't help but think about my n***as who ain't here
And while I spit this verse, I'm 'bout to drop my final tear
Wish they was here
I wish they was here
[Outro]
Yeah
Rest in peace to my brother Born Free
My other brother Rayquon Elliott
My little brother Lito
R.I.P. Live
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