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    "Just Another Brother" Lyrics


    My brother, take a rest from what you doin' sit back and listen
    Listen to my song about some brothers on a mission
    This one kid he never went to school
    His teachers thought that he was crazy out acting the fool
    But on a real, baby pa had nuff static
    He had two little brothers and his mother was a crack addict
    Papa bear was never there to give him hope
    So one might ask himself how did this young man cope?
    He started robbin' just to feed his peoples and that's a fact
    Until one day he got caught in the act
    Shacked up and jacked up and taken downtown
    And to the judge he's just another brother on lockdown

    Well this other nigga from the Fort was out to get his
    Catchin' crazy wreck on the mic, that's word to Mizz
    But until he struck the deal he had to sell the rock
    Pack the glock doin' deeds at the end of the block
    He had crazy fly robes and his daughter ate well
    He never hit the blowpipe it was strictly the sell
    These jealous brothers round the way wanted to rock his world
    But instead they did the dirty shit and shot his girl
    When he found out who did it he went awol
    Stepped to the mall, he saw the punks and sprayed them all
    But now he's doin' life for the suckers he shot down
    And now he's just another brother on lockdown

    Fresh outta school my man had it all
    A dip crib, a fly girl, he was havin' a ball
    But this other punk kid started to use him and abuse him
    Slowly takin' all his loot and at the same time confuse him
    When the smoke cleared my man lost his crib and his bank
    May I ask a question, who'd he have to thank?
    Well anyway, now he's on a mission to get his respect
    He thinks the only way to get it is to catch his wreck
    He saw the bastard in the Village, on Astor Place
    My man balled up his fist and laid him to waste
    Now he's getting' five years even though he got props now
    But to you and me he's just another brother on lockdown
    This song was submitted on August 16th, 2013 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Cobie Powell, Freddie Hubbard, Geoffrey Wilkinson, Mel Simpson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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