Brother
Seeking you, my brother,
it's all on you, boy,
stemming from the same old mother
earth, full of pain and joy.

Victims of some false expectations,
among pioneers in chains,
she speaks her burning revelations,
as if it never rains.

Cut my hand, spare my throat,
a long story short, sitting
with you in the same sinking boat,
drowning, laughing, defiantly spitting.
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