My Brother

Ayy lets go back to the day when we used to pray to have a good day. Yo i was with my bro we were out in the night i heard a gunshot and i ran inside i looked outside and i saw my bro against the pole With a hole in his chest i ran outside snd i started to cry i layed my head on his chest thinking about how he was the best. Every day since that day i would always pray to have a good day i would always lay where he passed away. Thinking about how if we werent outside then we would all be fine. After the trama i never went out past nine. I told my mom im not fine she said we can go through it just do it ay. Now im here not a bullet near Im doing just fine doing good in life. We will always remember him never forget him he is always with us in our hearts.