There is a red line in the sand
they stand against it, hand in hand,
both face-to-face and toe toe-to-toe;
a grain that neither will forego.
It shifts, the sand, as winds do blow
but neither side will ever show
the kings and aces in their hand
blood has less value than the land.
Passing days under the same sky
Branches are our adventures
Wings brought us into these days
Where you try to comprehend and stay
Truths and mistakes made us
But no matter what, we back to the first square
Head to toe, toe to head
Knowing you is a lifetime gift
Precious nectar are our piled up moments
Through good and suffer we sway into wind
Never regrets or complains of whatever happens
'Cause, that's how our friendship begin
Thank you for the love that you always give
You're one of those who never leave
We made ourselves into a hive
This friendship is the best thing happen in my life
father gone
kids them alone
its hard
they do there part
its there child you know
they stand toe toe
go as the wind blow
ITS
MOTHER AND GETTO
some grow toe toe
and big
and wear a wig
its like a stick they lick
no doudt
they don't grow out
with there luster
they still
THUMP SUCKER
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