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Ghost brother, gone tomorrow, gone today,
Whatever happen to the drinks we use to play,
Wrestling in the mill, feathered in the place,
Caps against coppers, riders in the daze,
Holding on to our dreams of crazy in the hills,
Caving into our emotions, scheming around the bills,
Now U pick out and shun your fellow brotha,
Unpredictable sins that we continue to be one up,
Confused how she come but not fast to leave God,
Discovering the ghost towns projecting the dots,
Right people follow even though we bag,
Remembering the old ladies, all the pennies she had,
The big quarters, the old lady would give to me,
The fights to make it out the hoodrats’ schemes,
Now tainted, all mixed up,
I knew she wasn’t lying, what the f..k,
Candles she would light, the dream to get there,
Dogs we would fight, Leo was so scared,
Put our hearts together there was nothing we couldn’t do,
I miss those gold ladies, Aramis knew it too.
