Mac - My Brother

Mac - My Brother

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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
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 I'm dead and gone
And I loved you like you was a part of me
And that's why I'm singin this song

Chorus: It's my nigga, my nerve, my one love