These are guys who looked so deep in my eyes, saw the gear shift to the fear I withheld inside , to tell you to clink when they clink back , nobody knows that as fact , cause In fact the clink of that clack might in up in your back , not tryna spit on our pack as friends , saying we was tight from beginning to end but when you handed me the clink and and forgot to clack back , soo , it's just another black teen being stabbed in the back . Brother to brother , sister to sister of how I still miss him ,I wished to be heard and  didn't know how to tell him I was weak , the brink of social suicide , couldn't face his grave, the expired sent of our friendship was so strong , I knew, I knew then and there we were wrong , when they looked my eyes I shifted my gear from fear (x3) and only one of us made it out alive .