| 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 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 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 |