For my brothers

Current mood: tired
Category: Writing and Poetry

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Why do black men fight
Over Mis Educated girls
For praise of boys

Do warriors have nothing more important
Than pride and jealousy
Or petty revenge

Are things so bad that
Brothers hate each other
Maybe we hate ourselves

Why do brothers need to destroy each other
Just for hoes, bitchesm and niggas
And hide behind money, cars and clothes

When did we stop loving each other
We used to be on the same side
And none but devils on opposite sides

When did we start killing each other
Making ourselves weaker and
Them stronger

Not only that but we steal from each other
Poor from poor
Young from younger

The day is coming 1 or 2 or 3 years
Maybe more but the
Day of my prayers

When it comes that day
I know Ill be there
To witness the end

My brother and I can look in our eyes
For more than a glance
And no one will die

I will never fear bitches, niggas and hoes
But they shall bring tears to my eyes
And they will know why I cry

But thats not all
For devils will fall
And angels will rise to the sky

Well never be mad, or sad but glad
We will all be happy to cry