RJ’S THREE MINUTES

[Intro]
It's been hard waking up every day, man
Not even gonna lie, aha
I can't-
I can't even look myself in the fucking face
Shit, man
Yeah, ha

[Verse 1]
The longer I'm away from my brother, it hurts
I try to cover pain with a ton of these percs
Fuck it, I can't stand it, you had a plan
I remember that cool tan bitch made you a man, damn (I remember that shawty)
I can't help it but to think of you as lil bro
Knew you since you lil, bro
Energetic, miss on your family
Needed you to know they're still in the sense
You made them dream of lies with that picket fence
Your dad was in the pen, I feel the pain
Then stories that I heard of my father, it hurts for days
Your brother hurts without you, especially cause you use his gun
That's probably why he thinks he can't be a father and left his son
I don't get it, fuck
What's the message, huh?
Suicide, it haunts my life
Growing now, I'm giving up
Wake up, know my liver fucked
Fucking up my life again
Now I'm getting high again
Time to say goodbye to all the homies who have died again
Time to sit and try again
Try and try and try again
(What's the word?)
Shit, I try and try and try again
So now the days passed
They ain't bad
But I really wish you stayed because I hate that
You kind now, I'm back to flipping packs for your mom now
This ain't a calm crowd, they been hard
Stealing your mother's car, proud
And I been stressing 'cause I'm tryna fucking give my all now
Tryna give my all now

[Bridge]
I miss you more than ever
I miss you more than ever, my friend
Yeah, I miss you more than ever, haha
I miss you more than ever, my friend, hah

[Interlude: DYSTOPIAN., Sample]
What is that?
[?], in bed
Run it back for another verse, fuck it
Yeah
You deserve it, bro
Say their prayers
Haha
I miss you, bro
You see him?
What am I supposed to do now?
I been going through this shit all the day

[Verse 2]
So hey Joe, let's play a song
Or maybe I can break away from changing the same young boy who played drums and laid and sold the same drugs his father did, no modeling
Me and my homeboys were copping shit
And mother really wasn't a lot of it
I'm just tryna be the honest kid you wanted
There's demons laid upon us
Structure eat away the honors
I hate to play demonic, but it's true that it's seen
Every single person breathing, and we fiending for sin
Yeah, we fiending for the block spinning
Honestly, I'm boxed in it
Rest to peace to T, he was realer than a lot of bitches
Rest to peace to RJ, I knew him since Obama's visit
Covid reconnected us, so don't mess with no doctor visits (That's real shit)
Later, I got out and saw him grow into a different kid (Kid)
Month ago, I saw a picture of my lil homie limp
He was dead on the floor, got a shot in his head
Only matter of time before it's me there instead