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Being a man

I'm learning to be a man from my brother Since I'm flying under his wing As he shows me how to flap my own Before I can go solo from here on I see how forgetful he gets at times It's cause he's head is in his pockets Thinking on he's next move to make sure we have Even when the surface he hits is hard he still finds a way I see how he glows when he gets the chance, to see he's family is getting by well He dozes of early this nights Too tired after hitting the road all day I see how his steps are quick but subtle Cause he doesn't want to wake anybody around He goes and comes as he went Talking less that all we do is just see him I'm learning to be a man from my brother And I hope that when I'll be a man I'll be a man that my brother can be proud of Cause he doesn't get to be proud of himself, so I'll reflect that to him so that he sees himself The PO£T

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