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Dear Older brother
You're never around
My Dear older brother
it's seemed you've dropped your crown
I've grown up knowing you merely by name
I didn't grow up with you
I haven't seen your bad days
Thou I do know somethings to be true
I know of a niece of mine
She a daughter of yours
Her name is Brianna
I still remember after all these years
She's kind and sweet
very loud and obnoxious
though you neglected her
She's always been quite cautious
You're the ghost of the family
The so called black sheep
Disappearing from existence
though nobody seemed to weep
In the past you were quite the rebel
You grew **** in pots
Shoved them high in the trees
But that was a terrible hiding spot
I heard father tell me
You were part of the wrong crowd
You became a well known drug dealer
Going around this old town
I called you awhile ago
To inform you grandma died
But you didn't know who i was
Don't worry about it I replied
Half the same blood
We hold in our bodies
But clearly nothing alike
We aren't carbon copies
I wish though sometimes within the night
That you could have been a real brother
And a real father to your daughter
Instead of a stranger like any other
But time passes like everything else
There is no point hoping for the impossible
So to my so called dear older brother
I hope you can care for somebody
If thats even possible
Nick
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
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Dear Older brother
You're never around
My Dear older brother
it's seemed you've dropped your crown
I've grown up knowing you merely by name
I didn't grow up with you
I haven't seen your bad days
Thou I do know somethings to be true
I know of a niece of mine
She a daughter of yours
Her name is Brianna
I still remember after all these years
She's kind and sweet
very loud and obnoxious
though you neglected her
She's always been quite cautious
You're the ghost of the family
The so called black sheep
Disappearing from existence
though nobody seemed to weep
In the past you were quite the rebel
You grew **** in pots
Shoved them high in the trees
But that was a terrible hiding spot
I heard father tell me
You were part of the wrong crowd
You became a well known drug dealer
Going around this old town
I called you awhile ago
To inform you grandma died
But you didn't know who i was
Don't worry about it I replied
Half the same blood
We hold in our bodies
But clearly nothing alike
We aren't carbon copies
I wish though sometimes within the night
That you could have been a real brother
And a real father to your daughter
Instead of a stranger like any other
But time passes like everything else
There is no point hoping for the impossible
So to my so called dear older brother
I hope you can care for somebody
If thats even possible
Nick
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