Little Brother,
son of his mother,
and his pops dipped out so he never knew his father,
when he was big enough his mama took his straight to the altar,
she ain't had no money but Jesus was the best she could offer,
So she kept him in church,
she turned to John 3 16 and screamed "remember theverse"
but he went to preschool he was the worst,
he would curse and kick the other kids in the dirt,
because he was hurt,
hurt by the void,
as a young boy,
he had only bout' 4 toys,
and when moms' boyfriends came through he didnt make no noise,
but he was posted in the kitchen with that knife always poised,
cuz if they hurt his mom that blade was going straight to groin,
mom said son I dont need protection,
and in his young mind he took that he rejection,
cuz when the boyfriend said it was him or me it wasnt a question,
so within weeks he was released to them streets in arms reach of a weapon,
but first he had to put in work and select the set he was repping,
mental heartbreak manifest through festering physical aggression,
so he got involved with them cats that pack black gats
and drink stacks of OE in the back of their lacs,
first time he hit a lick they passed em a sherm stick and told him relax,
and he hated the face of dying men so he shot em all in their backs,
and he covered his tracks,
he'd leave you murked in the dirt if you put 5'0 in the know and gave Johnny the facts,
and if you said he was going to hell he'd say,"....naw, thats where Im already at,
Little Brother,
son of his mother,
and when she brought him into the world she never thought he'd take the life of another,
cuz when he see a Black man he don't see a brother,
just another motherf***** who remind him of that man who put HANDS on his mother,
brainwashed by rappers screaming "where the dollars and racks at?"
the man at Locke High stayed high with the dro, pills and crack in the back pouch of his back pack,
matter fact outside the school was where he got jacked at,
so he made alot of noise ,
called his boys and said, "that's that",
we gone make em pay,
let me find where my strap at,
so he rolled through in a whip full of clips and crips,
ready to rip to reclaim his chips,
but when the spraying started little brother got hit,
and he looked down and watched his intestines visibly drip,
as he...wished and missed and miss the kiss of his girlfriend,
this wasnt December 2012 but today his world ends,
he'd realize he'd leave this world the same way that he came in,
on a doctor's table, but ass naked with no friends,
Little brother,
son of his mother,
died on these streets for these guns and this butter,
im not religious but I pray for his soul like a missionary,
just another friend that I miss for my list of obituaries,
I scream to the sky like "can we end all the violence"
and when I pray to God, I only get silence,
we all lost friends, Id do anything to get back mine,
so how we go from fighting Jim Crow in that back line to grabbing Black 9s
for Black on Black crime,
we gotta put an end to this before we too blind to see,
and to to those deceased,
I say rest in peace