I wake-up this morning like every other and begin to take a dab of some fine wax and a joint filled with blue dream, I get a phone call that will change my life forever. It's my father, "Did you hear"?, he asks. "No, whats up?" I say... "You're brother killed himself this morning"......the words that changed my life forever. Over a girl, 22 years old....and dead. No matter how much weed I smoke, I can't seem to shake the thought of him... Here's to you brother.