Brothers

We’re not blood but could that make us any closer Two brothers making bread you said we’re like a toaster So I sit in memories give experience to my bro’s Telling them what I been through Telling them what I know Telling them my mistakes Telling them where to go So they don’t have to experience walking on the same road Now I’m reminiscing.. Thinking back on Clinton we were running through the kitchen I used to tell my mother “Mom, I want little brothers” Yall wasn’t what I had planned But I wouldn’t trade yall for no others Let me die if that’s a lie So when I go outside a homicide is my surprise But if I do survive and stay alive you know that I Love my brothers to the dead and nothing less, let me describe I used to think that truth was in the roots Introduce a couple changes to the roots it makes disputes But through thick and then, in the end it’s still proof Your family are the ones that’s there and really care about you