Thinking Back

I was a young kid tryin to fit in always hanging with the wrong crowd doing dumb shit till one day the the homie handed me bag and said "ill be back bro hold this" sad to say the homie never made it back for his bag or home to see his own kids now hes in a casket his mama is sad as shit and his brothers doing just as bad he did looking for a killer when he breaks down looking in the mirror this was not what he really wanted mind is haunted with bad memories and horrible pictures thinking to his brother why couldnt I just go home with you? thinkin maybe if i did youd still be here with us. sorry that i didnt cause i really miss ya so i keep my head up a paint a brighter picture thinking back when we were in these streets strapped with heat thats all we knew