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This is hard for me to write it's difficult to express this |
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Its heavy on my shoulders and the weight gets relentless |
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The story of brothers and a beautiful friendship |
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And how relations get strained with pressure and tension |
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Who's wrong, correct, so, so, subjective |
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You look back its hard cos the mind gets adventurous |
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Dates get mixed up facts disconnected |
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The only thing you remember is the feeling that you're left with |
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It started as a blessing |
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Now you could write this off as luck or one of life's coincidences |
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But at some point you think god damn what are the chances |
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People with similar interests and influences |
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Coming together at that moment to form a kinship |
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It's like you knew that you was brothers before your conception |
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Even if you're not a spiritual person I admit shit |
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At that point I wasn't but at some point it sets in |
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It be foolish to dismiss this as coincidence |
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Now this shit is different, somewhere this is written |
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Be part of a mission, this shit is predestined |
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Closer than close like flesh is to tendon |
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Share my 50 cent bag of chips with my freshman |
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Half a half a gas station sandwich no question |
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Talking shit to me well then talking shit to him then |
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Family is sacred it must be protected |
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Family is sacred and it must be protected |
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Over time I don't know what happens something got infected |
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People grow in different ways at different rates I guess |
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It ridiculous, little shit it suddenly gets big shit |
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Lapses in communication, glitches in the system |
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He said that she said what nobody said shit |
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But you'll never know cos everyone's passive aggressive |
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I sit down smoke pow wow how everyone said shit |
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People cease to make the effort to get to the essence |
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Peep this shit out though this shit is really twisted |
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Funny thing is that you and I do it every minute |
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We take it in rhetoric every time somebody says shit |
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Against us stock piling every little incident |
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What's stupid is all the bullshit that's circulating |
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Could be fixed in an instant with simple conversation |
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But you know how pride is |
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A bitch with her fist clenched |
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That mixed with the fat drama gets addictive |
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Wounds need dressing and they don't receive attention |
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It snowballs and festers and creates resentment |
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People demonise each other brave discontentment |
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But nobody could've been prepared for the next step |
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The nature of the predator is calculated pensive |
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Waiting in the brush patiently revving they engines |
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Despite the colour that they got all they see is crimson |
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Waiting for they prey to become desperate defenceless |
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Outside is always over just beyond the fences |
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Today the gate is open though today they make an entrance |
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Friendly at first laughs jokes like we best friends |
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Slowly though you start to see they become hidden agendas |
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Nine to five one day insecure self perceptions |
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Shines a spotlight on all those paranoid self perceptions |
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Things begin to heat up everyone's already stretched thin |
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How could you be well how could you be so deceptive |
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Any second now someone will snap like a bread stick |
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And what once was simply dissolves like a breath mint |
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Just like that you start to ask yourself questions |
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Is this really worth all the emotion and depressment |
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Do the benefits and perks outweigh the pressure |
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Let me step back give this relationship assessment |
