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
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