Lyrics
My brother, take a rest from what you doin' sit back and listen
Encouragement for the listener to pause and pay attention
Listen to my song about some brothers on a mission
Song narrates stories of brothers striving for goals
This one kid he never went to school
A kid who didn't attend school
His teachers thought that he was crazy out acting the fool
Teachers labeled him as crazy for his behavior
But on a real, baby pa had nuff static
His father faced problems; family dealt with issues
He had two little brothers and his mother was a crack addict
Mother struggled with addiction, had two brothers
Papa bear was never there to give him hope
Father figure absent, lacking encouragement
So one might ask himself how did this young man cope?
Questioning how the young man coped with challenges
He started robbin' just to feed his peoples and that's a fact
Resorted to theft to support family
Until one day he got caught in the act
Caught in the act of robbery
Shacked up and jacked up and taken downtown
Arrested and taken to police custody
And to the judge he's just another brother on lockdown
Judge sees him as just another incarcerated brother
Well this other nigga from the Fort was out to get his
Another person from a location trying to achieve
Catchin' crazy wreck on the mic, that's word to Mizz
Acknowledgment of skill on the microphone
But until he struck the deal he had to sell the rock
Before success, engaged in drug dealing
Pack the glock doin' deeds at the end of the block
Involved in criminal activities at the block's end
He had crazy fly robes and his daughter ate well
Had luxurious possessions; daughter well cared for
He never hit the blowpipe it was strictly the sell
Only sold drugs, avoiding personal consumption
These jealous brothers round the way wanted to rock his world
Jealous peers wanted to disrupt his life
But instead they did the dirty shit and shot his girl
Instead of confronting, they harmed his loved one
When he found out who did it he went awol
Upon discovery, he retaliated fiercely
Stepped to the mall, he saw the punks and sprayed them all
Confronted and attacked the offenders
But now he's doin' life for the suckers he shot down
Imprisoned for the retaliation, serving a life sentence
And now he's just another brother on lockdown
Now seen as just another incarcerated individual
Fresh outta school my man had it all
A person successful after education
A dip crib, a fly girl, he was havin' a ball
Had a great home, partner, and enjoyable life
But this other punk kid started to use him and abuse him
Exploited by someone who took advantage and deceived
Slowly takin' all his loot and at the same time confuse him
Gradually lost belongings due to manipulation
When the smoke cleared my man lost his crib and his bank
Lost house and finances due to the deceitful person
May I ask a question, who'd he have to thank?
Rhetorical question about who is responsible for his losses
Well anyway, now he's on a mission to get his respect
Now seeks to regain respect, believes in showcasing talent
He thinks the only way to get it is to catch his wreck
Thinks proving himself through action is the solution
He saw the bastard in the Village, on Astor Place
Encounter with the manipulator in a specific location
My man balled up his fist and laid him to waste
Violent response to the person, physical confrontation
Now he's getting' five years even though he got props now
Received a five-year sentence despite gaining respect
But to you and me he's just another brother on lockdown
Perceived as just another imprisoned individual
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