Remember the time I looked up in your eyes
watching your tears making me feel I should cry
to wash away your pain
and clean that dope up out your veins,
if I could they'd label me insane
just a young child trying to imitate my brother's style,
growing up quick wild and foul
loving the loud sound as the gauge goes bang;
Remember the times we committed those crimes
when you got caught you never dropped the dime
so when you come home what's mine is yours,
we did mad dirt,
put in mad work from copper to cash
and the 50yard dash,
I'll see you when we both take that final ride…