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since young boys playing in the sandbox
....to matching socks to our Rebooks
we were unseperatable
unstretchable from each other
if one came there came the other
different mothers
but in the cobinet we were brothers
untouchable, unrushable
grew up in the same neighborhood
blew up wearing the same flavor hoods
maybe misundsertood
but if one thought we could
then we would or thought we should
somethin was meant proving
moving on to the age of 23
establishing eachs dignity
a love is what he meant to me
thats why I had a problem..
when the hit was sent to me
hope'd there was some sort of mistake
but then i thought i hadnt seen him face
for about three days
began to feel some sort of rage
when he aint answer a call or page
it read 911
followed by the code for my name
then one day i heard it forshore
that Jake wore the red never more
maybe he was forced
but ofcource money was his purpose
his source
for trading sides
for hiding in the shading nights
invading ties
it was time to get through all the bullshiit
and lies
tears streamed down my face
as i crept to the familiar place
of where Jakes stays
I pulled back the hammer
...and prayed
let of a noise
awakening jake and all his boys
they came to the front porch
and before i knew it
the whole party was scrotched
I had slayed many including my friend
i feel and prayed repenting all my sins
asking if peace will ever win.....
topic: youve been boys with this man since little kids and no you find out he was tradded sides , what do do , what do u feel? ( somewhat like what was the topic exactly said)
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