My boys are my brothers
Without the aid of my father and my mother.
They don't bounce when the bullets fly.
They stand up straight when my enemies drive by.
Many are called friends;
Fewer are called brothers -
A homey who gives his life for another.

My boys are my brothers
Without the aid of my father and my mother.
They don't bounce when the bullets fly.
They stand up straight when my enemies drive by.
Many are called friends;
Fewer are called brothers -
A homey who gives his life for another.
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