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3. you are beginning to believe your younger brother is a drug dealer or user
...I don't know how to explain it, pictures painted
The knuckle heads he's dealing with gets him famous/
So he's leaving out early, and coming home late
Friends leave em out dirty, 16 and such a grown face/
Mustache, goatee... baggy clothes reeks of weed
I don't wanna believe but I can by his decency/
That the streets indeed, have conquered his will
No job, but he still coming out his pockets with bills/
It's not that he deals, but... he's plotting to steal
He pacing, wondering and I'm watching him kill/
Time, it passes I think it's drugs under the matress
And his whole state of mind stunk and it's backwards/
Cause mom woulda given him anything he wanted
How you think he got the rings and things he flaunted/
And I try not to walk in, trying to be the big boss in
His life but, I have seen people fall all too often/
Don't wanna try talkin, accusing him
Cause he'd probably rebel, and I'd end up losing him/
I'd buy him shoes and timbs, to stay on his nice side
I'm a nice guy, and he drives in my coupe on rims/
I found a baggie in the cracks of the seat
I'm kinda aggie, so I bring em and asks what he sees/
And if it happens to be his, he said his friend left it behind
When grabbin his vest and a nine/
On our block people walk with a frown
Just smoke up, tote up and the talking is down/
But that ain't my brother, we've been cut from the same mold
He acts like the streets raised em... tell me it ain't so!
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DAT N!GGA aka WyldCard
FUCK YOU INC.
Last edited by Wyld_Card; 07-28-2004 at 02:08 AM.
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