The Death of Me

The trouble of my life,
I feel the pain in my heart
the day the streets took my brother my
whole life fell apart like boom!
Sitting in the living room on maroon
you would've never known it had bugs
on it because the color was too dark .
Smoke coming upstairs from my momma room
it was as thick and gray like rainy clouds
I swear I couldn't wait until it aired out the next day.
Food cooking on the stove its a hell of a house
I swear I can't wait until this is over .

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