For The bros
I pour a little liquor on the concrete, let the ground sip it slow for the ones we lost To these same streets we grew up playing tag in, now their names carved in marble while we carry the cost Kenny was only seventeen with hoop dreams, talked ‘bout the league every day ‘til his vision got tossed In the back of an alley, red and blue lights flashing, mama screamed ‘til her voice broke, her whole world lost I keep his rusted chain in my top drawer, sometimes I hold it ‘til my palm sweaty, smell like his cologne still floss Through the memories, late nights when the pain hit heavy, I cry quiet so mama don’t see that I’m still torn and lost Cause she already buried one son, still pray to Jesus every morning, but I see the doubt in her eyes like frost On the window every time sirens pass the house, she flinch like the sound itself could be the final cost Of another prayer unanswered, another casket lowered, another young king taken without a cause Took Dre last July, corner store run for his daughter, bullets had no name but they found him, no pause Between the laughter that morning and the chalk outline, now his baby girl blow candles for a daddy she never saw But she still draw him in crayon on father’s day cards, little hearts and stick figures, God it cut me raw How grief learn to walk before a child learn to read, how loss become the first language they speak when they law Get broken by the same block that raised us, we thought we was knights but really we was just pawns on a flawed Board full of traps, slip once and the whole game take your life, no reset, no extra lives, no applause Mike got twenty-five years with no parole, face aged ten years in two, cold cell walls He said “I did what I did so my family could eat,” now his son call another man daddy and that’s what scars Deeper than a shank, deeper than the judge hammer, cause we lost him too just in a different kind of fall One grave got dirt, the other got iron bars, but both of ‘em missing from the functions, from the halls We used to run through, and it’s crazy how the system erase us slow, line by line like they drafting our eulogies in the walls Of the precinct, of the courtroom, of the cellblock, like our life ain’t worth nothing if our skin too raw So tonight I toast to the names in my chest, Kenny, Dre, Mike, Trey, and the rest of 'em all
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I pour a little liquor on the concrete, let the ground sip it slow for the ones we lost To these same streets we grew up playing tag in, now their names carved in marble while we carry the cost Kenny was only seventeen with hoop dreams, talked ‘bout the league every day ‘til his vision got tossed In the back of an alley, red and blue lights flashing, mama screamed ‘til her voice broke, her whole world lost I keep his rusted chain in my top drawer, sometimes I hold it ‘til my palm sweaty, smell like his cologne still floss Through the memories, late nights when the pain hit heavy, I cry quiet so mama don’t see that I’m still torn and lost Cause she already buried one son, still pray to Jesus every morning, but I see the doubt in her eyes like frost On the window every time sirens pass the house, she flinch like the sound itself could be the final cost Of another prayer unanswered, another casket lowered, another young king taken without a cause Took Dre last July, corner store run for his daughter, bullets had no name but they found him, no pause Between the laughter that morning and the chalk outline, now his baby girl blow candles for a daddy she never saw But she still draw him in crayon on father’s day cards, little hearts and stick figures, God it cut me raw How grief learn to walk before a child learn to read, how loss become the first language they speak when they law Get broken by the same block that raised us, we thought we was knights but really we was just pawns on a flawed Board full of traps, slip once and the whole game take your life, no reset, no extra lives, no applause Mike got twenty-five years with no parole, face aged ten years in two, cold cell walls He said “I did what I did so my family could eat,” now his son call another man daddy and that’s what scars Deeper than a shank, deeper than the judge hammer, cause we lost him too just in a different kind of fall One grave got dirt, the other got iron bars, but both of ‘em missing from the functions, from the halls We used to run through, and it’s crazy how the system erase us slow, line by line like they drafting our eulogies in the walls Of the precinct, of the courtroom, of the cellblock, like our life ain’t worth nothing if our skin too raw So tonight I toast to the names in my chest, Kenny, Dre, Mike, Trey, and the rest of 'em all
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