Tell me whatchya lost, and I’ll tell you what I found
Tell me when the costs out weighed by the pound
Tell me when the wing tip brushes the ground
This is not a joke, I ain’t fuckin’ around
(x2)

Cause just last month, my brother lost another friend
And that’s a struggle I ain’t ready to comprehend
Send me to the moon and back, just a lap
So I can scream into the vacuum of space without
Waking up the neighbors again, cause I know that notebook’s
Got songs he’ll never show, full of sadness and soul
Anger and angst and unwillingness to grow
Cause it feels like the strings only ever out of tune
When he lets it go….cause how could he let them know the
Weight he barley carries behind the persona that we know
When you fake it for so long, that you think you’re that strong
…White knucklin’ livin’ on the line of scrimmage
Gotta maintain the image, colossal in scripture
Be the big brother gotta be the father figure
Gotta be the one that they can come to…
But who does that leave you to run to…

Tell me whatchya lost, and I’ll tell you what I found
Tell me when the costs out weighed by the pound
Tell me when the wing tip brushes the ground
This is not a joke, I ain’t fuckin’ around
(x2)

But it’s not a twisted image or a, vivid mirage
Laughing when I threatened the neighbor by the garage
And DROP kicking the kid who pushed me at Tasty Dog
Look in the mirror if you ever wonder why writing
Never takes me long……
You and your friends invented the Falcon Crew
I just shake up like I know what it means to you
Cause I can really only understand so far
But your friends are my uncles, life is my story
Laying in a bunker some would take a bullet for me
All love….no glory…
When a fight was for respect, and not about props
That’s your crew, and why the love never stops
I think he would agree so united we speak
Invest in belief and stay coming home
Rest in Peace, Raymond Colon

Tell me whatchya lost, and I’ll tell you what I found
Tell me when the costs out weighed by the pound
Tell me when the wing tip brushes the ground
But if an angel came, would it make a sound (x2)

Two wings spread, and brushed the cement
In silence, when he took his last breath
(x3)

Two wings spread, and brushed the cement
In silence, when he took his last (INHALE HEAVY)