He was my brother. I followed him into a lot of wars. Some we won, some we lost, but it was the Ls that made us men. The three of us were rocking for a long time before he died. He ain’t have a lot coming up after his pops got sent away. His mama didn’t give a fuck. I used to sneak breakfast sandwiches and shit out the house for him, to take to school for him. My mama used to beat my ass because I would lose pairs of sneakers and shit, but I wasn’t losing them shits. I was giving them to bro, because he ain’t have shit. If I had a dollar, he got half of that shit. Different mothers, nobody-ass
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