Brother,
It’s so much that I could never say to your face
But by now
You should know the world and all its ways
So find your place!

How do I find words that do not condescend
When she bore you before me
Cause she doesn’t need a child she needs a friend
A son, not a sob story

Now you must of never heard of what she did for you
And your priority it must be heard
Now you must of never heard of what she did for you
Cause we’ll never be the way we were

She can’t always be there just to hold your down
Our mother
When you are at a age now
well life turns around, my brother

Realize that you don’t have to answer to no man
Responsibility comes down to you
But how can I expect you to understand
When you live life like its so unthrough

Now you must of never heard of what she did for you
And your priority, it must be heard
Now you must of never heard of what she did for you
Cause we’ll never be the way we were

The way we were
We’ll never be
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
At your priority, It must be heard