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Yo if y'all don't mind i'd like to share a little somethin i wrote.
About the closest nigga to me ya heard me? my muthafuckin brother ya
Know. and it ain't gotta be ya blood brother it could be ya thug
Brother.
We tend to say things that we don't 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