Verse 1:
This one’s for my brother, Little Chris.
Eight years now…
Reality still hits.
Lil sis here.
Your story’s gonna be heard, big bro.
Justice for Little Chris.
Hook:
They may have stayed silent…
But little sis won’t.
Curated photos
Painting the perfect home
Cut off my whole bloodline
My siblings are my home
Straight up. No chase.
Verse 2:
I won’t pretend everything was okay
Just because it’s uncomfortable to talk about.
No more family secrets.
The truth has a way of reaching the light.
Wrong is wrong.
Right is right.
Time past
8 years full of curated family photos
(Where you at tho?)
Right
Your story matters.
Your pain mattered.
Family watched you in plain sight
And no one stepped up but little sis
Reality hits
They go on for years like you didn’t matter
But you matter
It just took me time to fully understand
Now I see it clearly.
I’m choosing truth over image.
I ride hard for my siblings.
Justice for Little Chris
I will continue to speak
And soon your testimony will hit
We gonna keep your name alive
Until your time comes
No one can silence me
No one cared about your truth
It’s masked with fakery
lil sis here
Not backing down
10 toes down
Your time is coming big bro
I got you
Won’t stop speaking on you Chris
Until you come home
Straight up. No chase.