Baby Boy
He's my baby brother,
although he's over forty years old
He's the youngest brother of thirteen,
and I love him more than words told
He's a hip, funny fella,
he's a royal ghetto dweller
He always dresses and drives in style
Be the the king of Detroit,
if he got paid by the mile
He's always on the go,
he moves fast, never slow
You don't have to ask, he'll let you know
Leave you with a verbal cut as a memento
He says he works on a modern day plantation
doing double labor, and ain't nothing's changed
He says four hundred years later,
everything still remains the same
Baby bro'
Baby boy
You were the last brother born
Baby bro'
Baby boy
You were the first to have the last rites ripped and torn
Baby bro'
Baby boy
You were the last brother born
Baby bro'
Baby boy
Your rebirth seems like it was yesterday morn
A tribute to my beloved brother D'Andre
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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