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that pay
I love you lil bro
For your peace I pray

This a letter to my brother 
cc'n my mother
I know you living life
Young God don't let it fuck ya
You

Sharp Shooters

Talib Kweli

Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 2

2000

hospitals
Get with brothas down for the cause givin it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings

Sharp Shooters

Talib Kweli

Lyricist Lounge, Vol. 2 [Clean]

2000

down for the cause givin' it all they got
But every brother ain't a brother (word), fuck around and get shot
By these black kings that pack gatlings

So me I dey go for indomie
If you hear my song you hear my tone my brother you must to jijo mi
At all at all no do ee no do me small transaction o le

Better Dayz

2Pac

Better Dayz

2002

the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Passed by his

Better Dayz

2Pac

Better Dayz [Clean]

2002

the streets, it ain't the same
Too many murders, too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried plus I knew him for years
Pa**ed by his

let uhm slide

Said that's my brother just step aside
We gone blow and I never lied
Take in heat for a better vibe
Caution tape for a better high
Said I

brother denied and swear he wouldn't tell
Only age 12 when I removed his blood genes from my cells

Felt trapped like a cell
With 12 by 13 bars parallel

living hard and dying easy
Falling victim to the law
I just read my brother letter
It brought tears to my face
I ain't seen his ass in years
Since I was

over me
Cuz It's yo wig they gone split

My brothers don't play bout me
They go all the way bout me
So just  stay out my way baby
Cuz when it's done then

some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of his brothers was a bad outlaw
I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud

Dear John, How have you been
How is your mother
Is she well
Did she feel pain
Brother
I'm writing to you, needing your help
I'm out of my head,

with feds
Profiling niggas by spotting our dreads
Not taking shit back, on my momma cause I said what I said
Like my name is John Cena, bout to slam her

as other Barry
Can't bother to parry
Plenty brothers who's the adversary
27 shots, we legendary
Hair on my chest, sexy, very
Mask on like Jim Carrey
Samson

When we walking down the river
Summer breeze around my head
Barry and Duane the brothers
Lay there at rest near by

It's way down here 
That's where

a letter to myself, revised by discretion
I'm not disrespecting, I just had so many questions
This my inner soul, I'm expressing
So much passive

don't blame you
It's just like you to hover
Deep down I don't hate you
I just wish I was a better brother
Wish I met your expectations
In too deep of my

I'm trynna send the message through these waves
Shorter life longer days
Free my brother out the chains
They thinking if they free my nigga ain't nobody

might not decompose for millennia
It's a myth that nails grow on corpses
Neither does hair
It's a morbid trick played by a shrinking skin
A fallen

a different letter
Country living redneck and I never been better
I was born with a shotgun in my hand
I was raised up by a redneck old man
Country living small

after it scabs
I cut through the middle
Like an inter section
Put my foot down like I was on the A217
Pure talent when i touch the pad like John Lennon
My

like the treasury
Nigga swear they ballin' like they 7 feet
Like John Lennon, just let it be
(I got my whole life ahead of me)
I judge a man by his

up
Now we all in
I was workin' at the shop
Kickflippin' down the block
Handcuffed by the cops
Now we all in
Two brothers and my pops
Mom kickin' it

Lights of the Commodore Barry

Matthew Ryan

May Day

1997

Now soon I was floating over Highland Avenue
By my side was the Red Cross, the Pope and the President too
Yeah I had returned like I swore I would