when you remember the good times <br />you get sad and wonder why <br />why can't you have those good times anymore <br />wondering if the people you had those times with are felling the same- way <br />wanting to see your friends again <br />even the ones locked down in the pin <br />only being able to look out a twenty foot fence <br />i miss my bro's so deeply yo <br />i hope they even got to play in the snow <br />they are old but everyone likes to play in the snow <br />man i can't wait tell my bro's come home <br />i hope they are holdin there own <br />why they are lock down all alone <br />my bro's are my family for life <br />no matter what i will stand by thiere side <br />even if they are not on the outside <br />we family bro <br />don't worrie i got your thug love even know you are locked down <br />ma boys get treated like a stray dog in thiere <br />i know i've been there twice <br />the worth part is showering wit other guys <br />always wondering when you will reunite with your bro's <br />always wondering if they can make it on thiere own <br />i can't stand not seeing my friends <br />damn why the pin take them from me <br />well homie in time we will be chillin again <br />untill then i will send you maoney so you can get what you need in the- <br />pin <br /> THUG LOVE TO MY BOYS WHO GOT STOLEN FROM ME BY THE PIN.<br /><br />phillip dalsing<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/miss-my-bro-s/
