Lyrics:
is my season and I got a reason
I ain't gon let up until I see freedom
Stained by the system them charges I beat em
Chasing this grind to make way
eight years since the surgery
His sister's 5, his brother's 3
He goes to school and he knows how to read
He takes the bus home by himself
Puts his
it's the fuckin' same
So quick to call a square job, Brother lame
Truth be told, you might wanna choose another lane
Yeah I'm bussin' 'til my bitch
feeling a brother? Can I buy you another?
So one drink turned into two
And you could tell that I was feeling you
I wanna get to know you a little bit more
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
get to pick
You mess with my brothers
It go down, 'cause we with the shits
Never let a bitch control our minds
It won't get us rich
No I ain't no killer
Man I love this beat
This one's for the brothers by the way
[Verse 1]
Broken heart, now I'm all sorrowful
My heart cold, heat gone, all pitiful
I fell
alright
I told my brother
Keep his head up
We gonna be alright
Having nightmares in my sleep
But feel my dreams
Is getting closer
Why another wound open
without weight
I've got so much to say but no more ways to say it
Brother it's getting late
Souls caught in coffee cups behind these shades they cry
Lured
stomp down on my own, been that way since a jit
Swear to God before I chase a hoe, I'll get another bitch
She like tell the truth, don't lie I know y'all
No matter the distance we'll stay brothers forever
From the moment you were born, we're brothers forever
Every night you fall asleep, our dreams,
If you can't tell by now, I like guns
Sitting on the back porch
Chewing on a haystack
Thinking 'bout the ways that I'ma
Give my baby payback
Lord
brother Nu-Mark, rocks the house
And to my man Marc 7even, rocks the house
And to my brother Hani, rocks the house
And to my brother Kalil, rocks
brother cease to exist
Misjudged by my dreads, how I fit the description?
I'm forever overzealous
Capitalizing all endeavors
My complexion make ‘em jealous
was Russian roulette
That was way back when before the Internet
Back in the day we all got along
By sharing a drink and singing a song
sisters and our mothers I can only change myself I can't change another I hope you feel the love in my message my brother
We are the life
We are the truth
Brainwashed by the television
We lost in the war we live in
Double cross, love lost, no religion
Street livin', oh my gosh
Another brother got shot by
straight line's the crookest way anywhere
So don't be swayed by these fools
Live your life right, baby pa, you know the rules
Never ever show disrespect
Don't you have a brother whose like no other made by another dad and mother
You're the pillow he's the cover in a different shape and a different colour
touched a single bite
That nice young preacher Brother Taylor dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, and by the way
He said he saw
It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day
I was out choppin' cotton and my brother was balin' hay
And at dinner time we stopped
touched a single bite
That nice young preacher, Brother Taylor, dropped by today
Said he'd be pleased to have dinner on Sunday, oh, by the way
He said he
Houstonlantavegas as I travel going state by state
Turn my music on late night driving on the interstate
Brother dead and gone now my pistols getting worn down
to you nigga must've had a lease
Dont dap me up nah i dont greet chopper hit him now he Greek
By the way that nigga speak
Dont dap me up nah i dont greet
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