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Something i wrote for my bro R.I.P
Little brother, Yeah you know i miss you Nate,
16 months old, Taken by the hands of Mister fate,
I promise you though, Ill be on the list of greats,
Making my lil bro proud, And resisting hate,
Cant help to reminisce though, On a crisp flow,
Your curly hair and happiness, I swear youd clap to this,
I remember the day like yesterday, In second grade,
You were in a coma, Visiting you and crying my eyes out,
Holding your cold hand, And saying "Please dont die now",
Little man, I took your stuffed bear, And slept with it,
Walked around with it, Held it, Spent every breath with it,
Until your life was taken, I swear part of me left with it,
i had something about to unleash, And your death did it,
I was only eight years old, Discovering fate was cold,
Made me realize life wasnt just about cake and gold,
I matured at the age of eight, But I wanted to create some hate,
Mom made me go to counseling, Then I started to denounce schooling,
Every action i did revolved around the thought you Nate,
I still remember saving up my money on Halloween and I bought you a cape,
At your funeral, I was too scared to cry with the crowd,
I just closed my eyes and pictured you high in a cloud,
Doing your little dance in the sky on a cloud,
Laughing it up, With your sippy cup, I hope you miss me bud,
Cuz without you my worlds not as fun, You were 16 months of heaven,
But it wasnt until you got there, That heaven officially begun,
I just want to tell you that Im doing better lately,
Those occasional thoughts of you help calm and sedate me,
Im doing better in school, In fact Im doing greatly,
Honors classes, Man look what your lil self made me,
Its almost been nine years, Ill be in eleventh grade,
Cant help but want to see you, Until then just be heavens aid.
Little brother, Yeah you know i miss you Nate,
16 months old, Taken by the hands of Mister fate,
I promise you though, Ill be on the list of greats,
Making my lil bro proud, And resisting hate,
Cant help to reminisce though, On a crisp flow,
Your curly hair and happiness, I swear youd clap to this,
I remember the day like yesterday, In second grade,
You were in a coma, Visiting you and crying my eyes out,
Holding your cold hand, And saying "Please dont die now",
Little man, I took your stuffed bear, And slept with it,
Walked around with it, Held it, Spent every breath with it,
Until your life was taken, I swear part of me left with it,
i had something about to unleash, And your death did it,
I was only eight years old, Discovering fate was cold,
Made me realize life wasnt just about cake and gold,
I matured at the age of eight, But I wanted to create some hate,
Mom made me go to counseling, Then I started to denounce schooling,
Every action i did revolved around the thought you Nate,
I still remember saving up my money on Halloween and I bought you a cape,
At your funeral, I was too scared to cry with the crowd,
I just closed my eyes and pictured you high in a cloud,
Doing your little dance in the sky on a cloud,
Laughing it up, With your sippy cup, I hope you miss me bud,
Cuz without you my worlds not as fun, You were 16 months of heaven,
But it wasnt until you got there, That heaven officially begun,
I just want to tell you that Im doing better lately,
Those occasional thoughts of you help calm and sedate me,
Im doing better in school, In fact Im doing greatly,
Honors classes, Man look what your lil self made me,
Its almost been nine years, Ill be in eleventh grade,
Cant help but want to see you, Until then just be heavens aid.
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