Bro Behind Bars

Its been many years I lived without a brother How can a gentlethug be raised by his mother In and out the pen, you spend your life in jail In and out the streets, I spent my life in hell I know its true because the temps are hot Deep down you a gangster, I admit I'm not True I never had the courage to see you in the county I've been hunting for brotherhood, that's an expensive bounty I been locked up one time You been locked up one dime I have a personal question: Are you paying for your crimes? If you ever get out, will you make up for lost times? Three out of four of Yolanda's sons been behind those bars The remaining one son on the planet can freely look at stars Over the years you called the crib collect Grandma always refused to accept I had a lot to talk to you about, now I feel I have nothing left Mama said you got 40 or 70 something years All three of us will shed tears Life in prison for you, I feel fears My vision is getting blurred, how will it clear Had a dream of facing you, I felt so near The whole time I was walking down that long hallway My mind scrambling for words trying to think of what to say Is there any tactic to make you have a better day Heart felt soft, molded easily like clay Time ran out, I had to sit down Looked at you for the first time in 6 years, all I had was a frown First words out your mouth, "Damn you grown." It's been 6 years forreal? Time has flown I asked was you still considered a GD You replied lil bro that'll always be a part of me I guess it was time to let you know I'm one of the Stones Didn't think I had an ounce of tough blood in my bones I asked what will you do when you get out You said go down south I didn't open my mouth Bro you facing life The reality stabbed me like a knife How can I help right your wrongs Didn't find out because of the loud ringtones I woke up sweaty, in my bed...all alone