- Mar 19, 2001
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brothers tuck their shadows in their
sagging back pants pockets to assume the role
of not being human / corrupted thoughts have
them behaving like their wasted seman / bragging
'bout being bout it, bout it and bling blinging /
but still walking to hang on empty corners of
their minds looking for their souls to dance with
but the rhythm has left them
I know why brothers kill and blood spills and ******* think
that keeping it real means to make dollar bills
brothers ***** their shadows behind closed
doors of one hoe "bro"thels impregnating
themselves with self hatred cause knowledge of
themselves is too hard to find / it's easier to
look at another brother see his own reflection and
pull the trigger / in his mind he's just
another ****** / and who's gone care about his demise...
and his spirit walks in circles waiting to be exorcised
...for proof that there is a God...
I know why brothers kill and blood spills and ******* think that
keeping it real means to make dollar bills
brothers duck sunrays and new days because tomorrow
scares them into silence / violence is the mode of
communication to ease the sensation of what
appears to be a never ending fear of life's retaliation
for living while black / so popping gats and peeling
caps becomes therapy for misguided cats / who believe
that...the size of the man is judged by the size
of steel in his hand...****...
I know why brothers kill and blood spills and ******* think that
keeping it real means to make dollar bills...
to feel as if their life matters
brother on brother crime found in rhyme over time
tricks brothers into thinking that the way to live
is too kill /
they don't understand that keeping it real
is not about the dollar dollar bill it's about the
love for one another that's real / that the rule
makers of this society don't want true equality
that the only way to true freedom is unity
of self...over standing "your"story...
and overstanding the game that it's built to keep us
limping and lame if we don't learn it...
I know why brothers kill and blood spills and *******
think that keeing it real means to make dollar bills...
because brothers are mentally ill and they need
"soul"therapy to really keep it
real...
(c)2002 blakverb "quik thought"
sagging back pants pockets to assume the role
of not being human / corrupted thoughts have
them behaving like their wasted seman / bragging
'bout being bout it, bout it and bling blinging /
but still walking to hang on empty corners of
their minds looking for their souls to dance with
but the rhythm has left them
I know why brothers kill and blood spills and ******* think
that keeping it real means to make dollar bills
brothers ***** their shadows behind closed
doors of one hoe "bro"thels impregnating
themselves with self hatred cause knowledge of
themselves is too hard to find / it's easier to
look at another brother see his own reflection and
pull the trigger / in his mind he's just
another ****** / and who's gone care about his demise...
and his spirit walks in circles waiting to be exorcised
...for proof that there is a God...
I know why brothers kill and blood spills and ******* think that
keeping it real means to make dollar bills
brothers duck sunrays and new days because tomorrow
scares them into silence / violence is the mode of
communication to ease the sensation of what
appears to be a never ending fear of life's retaliation
for living while black / so popping gats and peeling
caps becomes therapy for misguided cats / who believe
that...the size of the man is judged by the size
of steel in his hand...****...
I know why brothers kill and blood spills and ******* think that
keeping it real means to make dollar bills...
to feel as if their life matters
brother on brother crime found in rhyme over time
tricks brothers into thinking that the way to live
is too kill /
they don't understand that keeping it real
is not about the dollar dollar bill it's about the
love for one another that's real / that the rule
makers of this society don't want true equality
that the only way to true freedom is unity
of self...over standing "your"story...
and overstanding the game that it's built to keep us
limping and lame if we don't learn it...
I know why brothers kill and blood spills and *******
think that keeing it real means to make dollar bills...
because brothers are mentally ill and they need
"soul"therapy to really keep it
real...
(c)2002 blakverb "quik thought"