My Brotha

by DMontgomery   May 5, 2007


The way I stand
The way I shake hands
The way I wear my clothes
The names I call my bro’s
The way my hat sits
The way my pants fit
The way I make my money
The thing’s I think are funny
The way my rims spin
The people I call kin
The broken dialeque I speak
The clean shoes I keep on my feet
The girl’s that I chase
The way I win that race
The way I embrace
The thing’s that make us relate

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