Dear James

Wake up man!
What's wrong with you?
It's in my head
As Im driving into harlem
He's not dead
Up the elevator rushing in the apt
She sits in a wheel chair
and a recovering blacken eye?
He told me his wife cant walk
I never assumed she had fell
I live in Reality...oh well!
"What happen I bitterly ask his wife"
She responded with no emotion
He took his life?
He's Gone.
I saw my sister and niece walk in the bathroom and came out holy rambling
"He's at peace" her and the wife
"Praise the lord"... (smiles on their faces) "God took him home!"
Im Sitting in the hallway all alone
The officer came out saying "are you ok"
Followed behind him,
my sister with nothing to say
My brother's dead on this day
Then I hear a voice, which
my sister couldn't explain
His wife is standing in no pain
We both look at each other
I could not talk
My brother said
this hefa couldn't walk
I look at my sister with
a dum found anger
No one said a word its all the same
a malicious game
Im not entertain!
The day of the funeral
I was block At the door
couldn't see my brother's
body not no more
I said to the undertaker
who would do such a crime
He sadly said she's one of mine
My sister! He could not explain
And the wife too! She did the same
He's gone now was my
sound reasoning and Voice
Stick around now
You have no choice
This man was not only my brother
But my friend and
I watched two devils
deceive him in the end
My hands was tied not much to do
Not trying to fight to see
who buries who
No part in burying the dead
Their conscious of
nothing is in my head
So i listen while the
unrighteousness Rolled
fake pastors and friends unfold
And anyone true to
his friendship was all there
never addressing my sister or the wife
For they didn't know them
And neither did I
Dear James I know u cant hear me
But this is how you died.