The Brothers

There was four men who sat at a table.

Full of regret, they told their fables.

One after another they looked to the sky.

With only one question. They asked it why.

The first to speak and to tell his tale.

Spoke of adventure on the path to hell.

He choked as he spoke. He could barely relive it.

The very first crime that he had ever committed.

 

"I know I've done wrong by my best friend.

Because of my actions I'll never see him again.

The first day of school on a new campus.

It was me and my brother. we was rolling the fattest.

Known as the baddest from our old school.

At this new school we were never that cool.

We needed a crew to ensure our reputation.

The last thing on our minds was our own graduation.

We was lacking the patience to study and pass.

And to our new friends to be good was bad.

And smoking the grass wasn't enough.

They suggested crack to prove we were tough.

We were all out of luck we decided to do it.

But our spot was wrong and the school cop knew it.

I looked to my brother one thought on my mind.

I put the shit in his bag for the cop to find."

 

There was four men who sat at a table.

Full of regret, they told their fables.

One after another they looked to the sky.

With only one question. They asked it why.

The second looked to his left to the first who had spoke.

Took the pipe in his hands and then he gave it a toke.

He said "That aint shit. I've done worse"

He looked to the ground and then he spoke of his curse.

 

"Everyday I'm in hell her memory keeps me there.

Upon my necklace her ring I wear.

Everything I could want I saw in her eyes.

And everyday I pray to her why.

I never had much just enough to get by.

And just to survive I stole and I lied.

Theft became life to the point it was fine.

I stopped feeling guilty and I'll tell you why.

I took my first life when I was eighteen.

On every finger he wore eight rings.

He was richer than me and it made me mad.

I drove to his crib with intent to do bad.

I never knew that his dad had seen the whole thing.

He saw only one option revenge it seemed.

He drove to the scene he was creeping my lover

She was walking the streets, now shes six feet under."

 

There was four men who sat at a table.

Full of regret, they told their fables.

One after another they looked to the sky.

With only one question. They asked it why.

The third was in tears and he didn't know why.

Maybe because of his soul that had died.

He was just out of prison rebuilding his life.

He told of cell and how he survived.

 

"If you think you are broken your heart made tough.

I lived a life of all of this stuff.

I thought it was bad until I was caught

And I started my life on the cell block.

You may think it raw to smoke on the rock.

The least of my troubles was the high that I sought.

And you may shed tears for the woman you lost.

But you hold no fears like my heart made of frost.

When I went to prison I learned the rules to the game.

It became clear that I had to join a gang.

Because of my skin I only had one choice.

The rawest motherfuckers up in the joint.

It wasn't as easy as to say that I'm white.

They made up a challenge to prove I was right.

I snuck up on a man and pull his scrubs to his ankles.

I got the right angle and I proceeded to rape him."

 

There was four men who sat at a table.

Full of regret, they told their fables.

One after another they looked to the sky.

With only one question. They asked it why.

The table was silent the air hung morbid.

The first three looked up someone cleared their throat.

The fourth stood up and then he pulled out a gun.

Pointed it at the others. His story begun.

 

"I would never cry because my eyes have run dry.

I've been through more than all three of your lives.

I used to have a son and I used to get high.

And I used to have dignity until it was taken one night."

The first man at the table was the first to notice.

His best friend from school. The one he framed for holding.

"After years in juvie. I knew I could do it.

To turn around my life and make it through it.

When I was set free I started saving.

Every dollar just to say that I made it.

I worked hard for my son just to keep him fed.

But my son was shot dead in his own bed.

And I took revenge on his killer.

I killed his women just to see if I'd feel it.

Ill never forget prison and my life set on fire.

And what the cell mates did to me for killing a minor."

 

There was four men who sat at a table.

Full of regret, they told their fables.

One after another they looked to the sky.

With only one question. They asked it why.

The first three men shook in their boots.

Wondering what the forth man would do.

His gun in his hand he wondered if he should do it.

He turned the gun to himself and proceeded to shoot it.

 

There was four men who sat at a table.

Full of regret, they told their fables.

One after another they looked to the sky.

With only one question. They asked it why.

They looked at him there his blood was stinking.

And they shook in their boots over what they had seen.

They looked at each other. They all wanted one thing.

The third grabbed the bottle and they began to drink.