If you ain’t never lost a brother, you don’t know how it feels: I cant sleep, nightmares got me ready to kill. My mama stressed out, the doctor trying to give her some pills. If you ain’t never lost a brother, you don’t know how it feels. A smart young man he just made the wrong choices. He was always on the block selling rocks and doing wrong. He didn’t claim “G.D.” or “4,” he claimed Stone. He had dreams to grow up and ride in Rolls-Royces. He failed to get rich so he tried again; But, he stayed on probation ending up in the pen. He always had money so Vice and Duke used to beg-- Took time out on Easter, we always painted eggs I remember those Sunday mornings: Waking up all early to go to church and Bible studies with Miss Shirley. He was only 16 think of what he could've been; Ran with a crowd of dudes who wasn’t really his friends. His mentallity like men—“the streets cant phase me”-- now we blessing bottles in the name of Krazy. If you ain’t never lost a brother, you don’t kno...