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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
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