To think of all the things you did over the years and you separated yourself from a boy to a man Your hands shake sweaty palms stomach hurts You forget the reason of your departure Your love is still their pride is in your hands Hate and crime still surrounds the mind Keeps you going along the trail of supposal failure Whoβs is to say who fails and who wins To tell the truth does it even matter Keep your head up, not to dismiss everything under you but to stop and notice the sky because good or evil love or hate thatβs where you belong. GoDs Dark Angel To an older brother from a younger brother. The Sky is NOT the Limit!