Текст песни Letter to My Brother - Tracy Lamont

I'm proud of you
Let nobody tell you different
Usually I call your phone
But I had to get this in
You been living
Lately we been distant
We always connected
Regardless of the distance
You tryna find your way
And I get that
You had the game gift wrapped
We got our own path
You gotta live that
I feel you been all the places
Love don't live at
Sometime I feel no one will reach ya
I just hope you get right
Before you meet the reaper
That Gun to your head
Got me worried on the low bro
I don't know everything
2 things I know though
Do dirt on ya lonely
And don't let em take ya soul glow
We come in to America
They force you to breath
Then all along the way
They try and force you to believe
That it ain't really sick
They just tell you it was a sneeze
Til ya mind soul and body
All ridden with disease
Xannies and Percocet
That they give you to relieve
But really it's a disconnect
Like you lost yo plug
I led you the wrong way
Had you tryna be a thug
I was just finding my way
I was lost in them drugs
I was a piss poor example
But I've matured now
So I now that you got ample
Views
to see what you should cancel
But you my brother
For you I'll spray like vandals
But never in vain
Or for unjust gain
You see I love you lil bro
Don't get lost in this game
These nigguhs ain't for you
They for what they can gain
I'll check one of them nigguhs
Make em Nike ya name
I put that on ya son
I put that on our momma
Put that on Konvo
Nah I put that on Knack
I put that on all the OG's that's got my back
I got yours
If you need me just pick up the phone
Might not always have that money
But I'll always make away
And my rent stay paid
So you gotta place to lay
The 2nd call I make
When I really get that pay
I love you lil bro
For your peace I pray

That 1st call is to my momma
I swear I nickeled and dimed her
Borrowed money every week
Just to keep blowing weed
Now I'm on my feet
Brrr Mom I'm a kajillionaire
I still don't eat meat
Yea I'm still weird as hell
I still don't like school
I don't think I'm going back
Still don't disrespect women
Cuz what's up with that?
Still real chill
Still push a nigguh shit back
Still focused on being present
All my flows is gift wrapped
And I like being me
I want my brothers to get that
Same feeling I do
Knowing that these T's thoughts
And that real queens exist
Ion need these thots
Real kings too
But both hard to spot
You see my parents raised a man
Lil bro your no different
Trust your going far
When you see no distance
May your steps be protected by God
No Christmas
Hope you achieve
Everything on your wishlist
Sent you a letter when you went to basic
It got sent back
But this a lil easier
Lemme know if you get that