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| My Brother
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Yo, if yall dont mind, Id like to share a little somethin I wrote.
About the closest nigga to me, ya heard me? My muthafuckin brother, ya
know. And it aint gotta be ya blood brother, it could be ya thug
brother.
We tend to say things that we dont really mean
Like I hate you and I hope you die tomorrow of some deadly disease
I never meant a word nigga, I was speakin out of anger
At times, I treated you as if you was a stranger
We both shared poverty, eatin commodity, you never lied to me
Or knock me for nuthin I tried to be
You was in the house sharpenin your art skills
And I was in the backyard doin cartwheels
Runnin with the niggas mama told me leave alone, come home
Stealin bikes even though I knew my rights from wrong
I used to envy you cause you intelligent
And I hate you was a strange way of tellin it
But that was irrelevant
You was in the good schools, I went to the gutter with the thugs
When a nigga shot dice and all the teachers did drugs
You my nigga, til Im dead and gone
And I loved you like you was a part of me
And thats why Im singin this song
Chorus: Its my nigga, my nerve, my one love
%09%09(youre my brother)
%09 The one who wouldnt change on a nigga
%09%09(youre my brother, youre my brother)
%09%09Cause we shared the same blood
%09%09(theres no other)
%09%09Thats my nigga, my nerve, my one love
%09%09(youre the only one for me)
%09%09The one that wouldnt change on a nigga
%09%09Dont change on a nigga
%09%09Its my nigga, my nerve, my one love
%09%09(youre my brother)
%09 The one who wouldnt change on a nigga
%09%09(youre my brother, youre my brother)
%09%09Cause we shared the same blood
%09%09(theres no other)
%09%09Thats my nigga, my nerve, my one love
%09%09(youre the only one for me)
%09%09Even though I never told you, at times I tried
%09%09So I praise you while you alive
Now even though we look at life differently
You probably had the better view
And when it came to hoes I was way ahead of you
I went to school with em, used to fool with em in class
In the hallways tryin to get some ass with my hall pass
You did homework, and I did bitches
You was plottin on how to pass, I was plottin on some riches
It showed in the report card
You paid attention to the teacher
I was lookin at the sport cars
In the magazines with my headphones, knowin I was dead wrong
Cuttin class, goin everywhere but home
When you got a job, mama and them was proud, I was jealous
You worked late nights, I ran the streets with the fellows
In a rush to be grown, you was still more mature
Cause you hang with your own, plus my heart was pure
You my nigga, til Im dead and gone
And I loved you like you was a part of me
And thats why Im singin this song
Chorus
2x: Let me hear ya say oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh
The only one for me
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