Brother

Remember that day we was born

A gift from God, our heads held high and our feet on the floor

From age 1 i didn't even know you

But i didn't know what to expect the first time i hit you with that one two

You scared me from the very start

From your first word, to that very last insult

I thought we was cool and everything was great

When mom wasn't there i'm the one who put food on your plate

Going into this life this shit wasn't planned

With that knife and blood in both of your hands

Yea you frightened me everyday of my life

I couldn't trust you with anything not even your own life

One day you wanna take that rope and put it around your neck

And i realize that you thought you had nothing left

Acting up in the house thinking you was hard

But was you really when i put yo ass down in the yard

14 years old how can i forget?

Time you beat me down blood on my right, blood on my left

Mom not there what a nigga to do?

Do i hit you back or just pretend that we coo?

We was supposed to be homies not men in war

We supposed to have each others backs and not throw them on the floor

But are we really brothers or just men in war?

I don't even know if i have a brother or am i me anymore...