My brother was a byproduct skyrocketed From heaven Into a living hell That shit was just brought onto him And you could just Fucking tell His life was pocketed His soul was chopped And blended up It didn’t ever end His life was turbulent Treated like a parasite Tick in in the wind A second thought No right to talk Or Blend in Only fight Feelin stalked By his fright Holding his pillow tight At night Wondering why He isn’t treated right Scared to let out All his aggression Afraid they might Get the wrong impression But it’s not worth Livin less than So he speaks his peace And hits the streets Because at least There’s people there to meet And he’s finally free So it seems like a dream As the pain fades away Through his veins Everyday Narcotic rot Robotic toxic Thoughts Forgotten Lost Embarrassed tortured soul Crossed to many times Who isn’t feelin fine By now he’s lost his mind It’s like his heart died Dried up from lack Of pride inside Because he survived On lies To get him through The roughest times But now it’s through Because he died With no one by His side A truly spiteful privatized Delusional Lunatic Intelligent Yet wicked Orphan Quiet kid Who should Have lived.