Young Brotha

Young brotha
Young brotha
What makes you say the shit you say?
Why do you like to hear yourself talk?
Why are you wasting your life away?
Your youth is decaying as you speak
Your attitude and demeanor has taken me to my peak.
I know you might be more than all the bullshit you portray
Why do you feel the need to act this way?
You do it to fit in
Naw
You don’t do it for the “homies”
You do it because there was no one there to truly show you how to hone your throne
I guess that’s what stopped you
Self-pity
Maybe the homies are more important than making it out of your city
Young brotha
Young brotha.
You are strong, black, and handsome
Stop letting anger and pain hold happiness and love for ransom
Pay that debt
You are worth it
Young brotha
Young brotha
Be stress free
Rise above
You are loved
You’ll realize you’re blessed, once you open your eyes to see

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