I was over it, until some brother happened to say~
'throw your hands up if you remember back in the day'~
cats all around me jumped and smiled, palms to clouds~
As the mic controller begins his cadence it calms the crowd~
I feel a tinge of pain as thoughts lay on my mind heavily~
the whole audience feels heavenly but i get down at the memory~
of my living hell unleashed when the brother happened to say~
'throw your hands up if you remember back in the day~
i have scattered thoughts that travel in a circle~
from the cold nights no food and teenage mutant ninja turtles~
I pictured sitting in my living room my mom playing Teddy P~
and my brother yelling at her as he played the Rock Steady C~
i remember that month when a box of cheerios was 3 meals a day~
and when the box was low mom would frown and say no meals today~
the sky was grey often my friends would start a game shootin skelly~
when my brother died in front of us and sparked torrential pain in my belly~
these thoughts come to me when the brother happened to say~
'throw your hands up if you remember back in the day'~
my hand slowly began to rise and i dont know why it happened~
i saw flashbacks of me with a gun to my head blastin 'Time 4 sum akshun'~
finger relaxed on the trigger my mind was torn and i knew it~
cried to myself and asked a higher power for the strength to do it~
i lost faith that night desired to ring out that shot~
earlier that day i saw the end result of my mother fucking with crack rocks~
and thats not what i wanted when that brother happened to say~
throw my hands up so i kept mine down and turned my back on the day~