Losing a friend does not mean **** to me
Friends are made at bus stops and bars
People are easy to replace because every corner has one
But if you called yourself brother then I cant understand
Money is your defence...  Keep it I thought I was deeper...
Yet ALL my brothers laugh at me today
**** em they sit basck and watch success play my fiddle
Laughter is all they have now and stories of a former me
Your memories wont fade I shut the door on you and all the Memories
I can walk faster than the hope I will forgive you
But **** it you made your point..... I wont answer you ANYMORE
Dead to me is the way i will leave it......
And on my headstone it will say "Missed By True Brothers"