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I ain't your Bro!


















The last time I checked, "Bro" was short for brother
And to my current knowledge, we don't have the same mother
Growing up we never shared a room or any clothes
And clearly we do not have the same wide-ass nose
Is your daddy named Bennie? Was his mama named Amy?
Then cut that shit out, and stop fake trying to claim me
We really aren't homies, and certainly not friends
You're only in my face because you see I got ends
]Yeah, I got a few niggas, that I refer to as "Bro"
But they've proven their love and loyalty long ago
And I didn't just meet them when I came to this jail
We've laughed through the good times and cried through our hell
They've been in my corner, on my side for years
They know my shortcomings, and even my fears
So excuse me if you think I'm feeling some type of way
Because I truly only have one brother, and his name is Neavrae

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