I entertain my brain with a cloud of smoke
My brother been gone for five years, and this is how I cope
I hope, wishing and praying that myself could be next
My girl died straight innocent but because of her ex
Got me vexed, drinking, loading my gun under the moon
And no matter how many bullets, bringing her back no time soon
I'm tired of departing, with killing, all of my dogs
Viewing bodies every other day on Washington and Broad
Oh Lord, I'm even scared to open obituaries
Getting mail from cemetaries stating that I'm buried
Pain varies, to tell the truth it all hurts the same
You're bound to see some rain, cause life is a strange game
Bullets don't carry names, but man, is life short
Now he on the life support, but not the right support
I hope the court lock the killer, and lose the key
A small fee, for what that nikka did to a family