My Brother Lyrics by Mac

My Brother

Yo, if yall dont mind, Id like to share a little somethin I wrote.
About the closest nigga to me, ya heard me? my muthafuckin brother, ya
Know. and it aint gotta be ya blood brother, it could be ya thug
Brother.

We tend to say things that we dont really mean
Like I hate you and I hope you die tomorrow of some deadly disease
I never meant a word nigga, I was speakin out of anger
At times, I treated you as if you was a stranger
We both shared poverty, eatin commodity, you never lied to me
Or knock me for nuthin I tried to be
You was in the house sharpenin your art skills
And I was in the backyard doin cartwheels
Runnin with the niggas mama told me leave alone, come home
Stealin bikes even though I knew my rights from wrong
I used to envy you cause you intelligent
And I hate you was a strange way of tellin it
But that was irrelevant
You was in the good schools, I went to the gutter with the thugs
When a nigga shot dice and all the teachers did drugs
You my nigga, til Im dead and gone
And I loved you like you was a part of me
And thats why Im singin this song

Chorus: its my nigga, my nerve, my one love
[youre my brother]
The one who wouldnt change on a nigga
[youre my brother, youre my brother]
Cause we shared the same blood
[theres no other]
Thats my nigga, my nerve, my one love
[youre the only one for me]
The one that wouldnt change on a nigga
Dont change on a nigga
Its my nigga, my nerve, my one love
[youre my brother]
The one who wouldnt change on a nigga
[youre my brother, youre my brother]
Cause we shared the same blood
[theres no other]
Thats my nigga, my nerve, my one love
[youre the only one for me]
Even though I never told you, at times I tried
So I praise you while you alive

Now even though we look at life differently
You probably had the better view
And when it came to hoes I was way ahead of you
I went to school with em, used to fool with em in class
In the hallways tryin to get some ass with my hall pass
You did homework, and I did bitches
You was plottin on how to pass, I was plottin on some riches
It showed in the report card
You paid attention to the teacher
I was lookin at the sport cars
In the magazines with my headphones, knowin I was dead wrong
Cuttin class, goin everywhere but home
When you got a job, mama and them was proud, I was jealous
You worked late nights, I ran the streets with the fellows
In a rush to be grown, you was still more mature
Cause you hang with your own, plus my heart was pure
You my nigga, til Im dead and gone
And I loved you like you was a part of me
And thats why Im singin this song

Chorus

2x: let me hear ya say oh, ooh, oh, ooh, oh
The only one for me