51
Tearing
Me
Apart
I
can’t
believe
it’s
true,
what
are
we
to
do?
Allow
me
some
seconds
to
process
the
fact
he
left
us
a
loan
without
a
letter
or
call.
I
knew
your
brother
was
trouble,
those
gold
fronts
looking
like
government
cheese
blocks
every
time
he
smiled.
All
those
sessions
in
NA
(Narcotics
Anonymous)
while
he
opened
up
to
strangers
about
cocaine
being
a
powerful
drug
and
Jesus
changed
his
ways
turned
into
a
damn
lie.
Wolves
never
change,
they
only
replace
clothing
like
the
sheep’s
wool
sweater
he
stole
from
your
dresser
to
satisfy
a
fix
since
pusher
Charlie
wanted
to
breathe
you.
Now
he
managed
to
forge
your
name
on
a
personal
promissory
note,
and
that
house
we
wanted
as
the
ticket
out
from
the
hood
becomes
null
and
void
cause
your
credit’s
shot.
God
said
love
everybody,
So
why
does
uncle
Score-‐Ray
hate
us
Mama?
I
wish
he
would
die
soon,
leave
us
alone
finally
so
you
can
live