| I’m searching for a helping hand
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| Extended out to me on the days when I’m low as sand
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| Today I was faced with the fact that I might lose my fam
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| Brother in ICU
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| His life hanging by a strand
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| 7 years in prison
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| You’d think we would of changed
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| Unconscious on the floor with meth and cocaine in his veins
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| I guess it’s true what they say
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| People always stay the same
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| But he’s just like me looking for a way to ease the pain
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| I’m hurt and I don’t want to show it
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| The last time my heart was this broken
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| Was the moment when my mom was stolen
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| Losing control of my stupid emotions
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| Wishing my brother would open his eyes
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| Realize that now is not close to his time
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| You told me «I love all the shit that you write.»
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| In your last text to me but I failed to reply
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| Holding your hand as you took your last breath
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| A feeling and image I’ll never forget
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| Can’t get the pictures of you out my head
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| Unable to accept that my brother is dead
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| Why do I feel like a ship about to sink?
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| Bro we just got you back out of the Clink
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| I would just like to say fuck the police |
| They are the reason that you are deceased
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| Where is the peace in the book of my story?
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| Stuck trying to find myself
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| Lost like I’m Dory
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| My heart has been torn
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| My eyes won’t stop pouring
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| Wishing I wouldn’t wake up the next morning
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| I wasn’t ready but I guess it’s time to say goodbye
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| I love you Eddie
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| Please tell momma that I said «hi"'
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| Eddie: «I will be, not to be, because that is the verbs of questions.
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| I am the reason why, you live or die.»
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| March 21, 1985 — September 11, 2017 |