Street Bro

Sotrap what again now They know my matter Care for your bro for the street Care for your street, my bro He might be smiling But I swear he got Suicide in his thoughts The pain so much he want to let it go The boy is so mad about the path he chose We were not raised the same Sotrap, product of the street My bro was there for me When I ain't got no food to eat RIP to soldiers that we lost oh Enuma, Benedict, we miss you more I was in cell for like 25, my bro was there for me 26 He nor wan hear say me I carry fight oh My bro don rush, he don carry stick 24 hours still no call I know they hate us, but we stand firmly and strong This life is funny, but don't treat it like a joke My brothers need some bread, they didn't ask for the smoke We know the system is here to keep us down and choke In many ways we keep the hustle striking a pose My mind is up, I just gat to get my doe I pray one day my mama watching all my shows Care for your bro for the street Care for your street, my bro He might be smiling But I swear he got Suicide in his thoughts The pain so much he want to let it go The boy is so mad about the path he chose We were not raised the same Sotrap, product of the street My bro was there for me When I ain't got no food to eat RIP to soldiers that we lost oh Enuma, Benedict, we miss you more Never let my thought, I was stuck in it all day Thinking hard and smoking sometimes makes me feel at ease Recall all the days when you alone up in distressed Smiling to yourself, cause all the good things you deserve Back in the days when you been trapping on your own Family was there so family itself na your own Been a little traffic now it's green light, let's us go Never leave your brother while you're seated on the throne Is not enough My street bro, keep on searching for more Most of the street bros lost their life in a war Oh street bro, street bro, oh Care for your bro for the street Care for your street, my bro He might be smiling But I swear he got Suicide in his thoughts The pain so much he want to let it go The boy is so mad about the path he chose We were not raised the same Sotrap, product of the street My bro was there for me When I ain't got no food to eat RIP to soldiers that we lost oh Enuma, Benedict, we miss you more