No

No, don't tell me I'm fine
You don't get to make that decision
Because of who I am
And where I live
And what I'm used to
Those things don't matter
Never have before
Your thicker then
The bullet lodged
Deep in his skull
That is my brother
I can love you know
Same as anyone else
Love knows no class
From millionaires to white trash
Your prejudiced
Thinking I'm emotionless
Couldn't care less
Sure I'm used to violence
And stuck up fools like you
But now that he is
Gone
I really do hate you
No they'll be no funeral
No one cares enough
Their isn't much money
Times are tough
No my father won't be here
It really does not matter
just bury
Him in a nameless
Grave and know
I at least won't forget
Him ever