Empty chair

Remy gone, but some nights I still reach out my phone

Start typing like you here, then remember that you gone

We were kids trying to survive, never learned how to be scared

Now I finally got a future, but you ain’t standing there

We was bagging on the counter, empty fridge, Mama stressed

Dirty money bought us dinner, never knew it bought us death

Phones jumping through the night, every sale became a meal

We were children holding pistols trying not to fucking feel

We went sliding over pride, thinking death was for the weak

Funny how you fear the grave when it’s your brother underneath

Then them bullets lit the candles, Remy fell there on his day

I watched a birthday turn to mourning while your blood stained what remained

Now every win feel incomplete cause you ain’t here to see

I got everything we wanted, still ain’t got what mattered to me

I’d give every dollar back, every chain, every applause

Just to sit inside that broke-down room and hear you talk

Remy, if there’s somewhere after this, I hope you understand

I ain’t leave you in that grave, I carry you in who I am

Tomorrow finally showed up, but it came a little late

Cause the one I planned tomorrow with got buried yesterday

Still remember every pack, every scale, every night

How we laughed about the future like we had our whole damn lives

Now your number in my phone belongs to somebody who don’t know

That I’d trade the world to see your name light up my phone

I wanted blood behind your blood, wanted mothers feeling mine

Thought revenge could bring you home if enough people had to cry

Then I pictured you beside me saying “Bro, this ain’t our dream

Don’t turn the years I never got into another cemetery”

So I walked away from everything that made us feel alive

And learned surviving ain’t the same as being glad that you survived

Now Mama smile a little more, I’m becoming who we planned

But every mirror shows a man who wishes you were where I am

From breaking into houses just to find something to eat

To having food upon the table with an empty fucking seat

They congratulate my growth, never knowing what it cost

I didn’t change because I wanted to

I changed because you got lost

Sometimes I still save you a seat

Sometimes I still say “we”

Sometimes something good happens

And you’re still the first person I wanna tell

I made it out, brother

I just never learned how to make it out without you.