My om just got out from visiting him and called me. He's out of surgery, but not out of the woods yet.. they're watching him for blood clots, but can't give him blood thinners for fear he could bleed to death... I think she said he's got another surgery tomorrow, and they said he's running fever, but thats nothing to really worry about they said... they have him in a coma, and don't want to wake him yet... I've found myself sending prayers out to him all day... trying to speak to him, and tell him he better not pass without me..
I can't help but breakdown and shed tears for him... and i'm finding it harder and harder not to cry... all of his family keeps saying that, when he moved out there, he didn't know anybody, and he didn't have anybody.. until one day, I stopped in and we've been close ever since.. he wasn't even in high school then... I don't even think I was 21 yet... what they don't know, or what they fail to realise.. is that until I stopped over there.. I didn't even know what a friend was.. I was just looking for somebody to get high with, so I didn't have to get high alone.. and that motherfucker became my brother... and now, i'm afraid i'll never get to see him again... i'll never be able to shake hands with him.. I close my eye's and I see him smile... I just wanna be there for him... I wanna hold his hand, and tell him his boy's here for him, and I ain't leaving without him, and he ain't leaving without me.. I just wanna kick it with him one more time... and I don't know if i'll ever be able to do that... and if not... I don't know if I can forgive myself.. I just want my nigga...