R.I.P Brother

Hey yo, this one's a struggle, death ain't easy. Hey pelly, I look back at our childhood look back at our memories, was like I knew you centuries, dropping those bombs like trajectories. peter I went through the same thing, found my brother dead, went numb my feeling spread into the world of darkness, feeling life's harshness... a moment of calmness, oh shit this is real, what can I do with this ordeal. unexpected, undetected, please brother resurrected. I thought life couldn't get any worse, shit this news hurts, please stop the hearse. we Haven't finished living yet, one last cigarette. peter I'm here, living your fear, memories flooding back, damn that fucking Smack. so let's reminisce, remember the good times, smoking, drinking fucking thinking about when we young, carefree drinking tea, blazing that joint, smoking that green, rolling round tilly thinking we we're mean. ok final verse, release the hearse, fuck it, back in reverse, drinking cider, playing battlefield we're a fucking sniper, we'll scope you out, you'll rage quit then you'll log out... it ain't over pelly, you're an Angel, even though it's painful....remain Faithful. R.I.P