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16
Don't forget about me
I'll never forget where I come from, I'm from the bottom The shoes on my feet, I remember how I got 'em When I didn't have a car I was on the bus stop, when I needed cash I was selling crack rock Didn't have a lot but a nigga had enough Had to keep it moving when the going got tough It was bad y'all Lost some niggas on the way, it's sad y'all They couldn't make it here today
Now I do it for my homies That'll never get to do it And I do it for the mamas Trying to make it on their own Yeah I do it for the thugs On the yard locked up And I do it for New Orleans Couldn't do it all alone Believe it, while I'm out here on the grind Looking out for me All my homies saying Dawg don't forget about me I'm just trying to shine And see what I can be Cause I can hear them saying Aug, don't forget about me.
The tears from my eyes were falling uncontrollably
I sat up in my bed listening to my brothers favorite song.
August Alsina- 'Don't forget about me'
I swear I could hear my brother's voice singing the lyrics to me.
It was going on 3am and Jacob still hasn't come back.
Fuck that nigga.
I'm playing myself, cause I know damn well soon as that happy ass nigga come in here I'm going to be all smiles.
I trusted Jacob, because he never lied to me. He always told be straight up how he was feeling no matter the situation.
But I lied to him.
My door opened, my eyes quickly looked towards the door.
Jacob stood there with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the door frame.
I grabbed my phone and turned the music off.
Feeling a tear bout to escape from my eye, I turned my body the opposite way so Jacob wouldn't see.
The bed dipped, and I heard shoes drop to the floor.
Jacob grabbed my arm pulling me to turn over. I didn't turn over, being stubborn I held my body from turning.
He played with the promise ring on my finger. Then I felt warm soft lips on my finger where the ring was.
