Letter to My Brother

I know my brother jealous of things that I got in life

Not knowing sometimes his is what I wish mine was like

Prolly should tell him instead I just tell this mic tonight

Often I wish for his happiness more then my own

Is that love or just guilt from me buying a home

For a family

While he sittin' at home sippin' brandy, my bad whiskey

With big bro by my side knew no other kids could fuck with me

That's why adulthood is rather tricky

He asking me questions like I got it figured out

Not knowing sadness and turmoil still livin' in my house

On the outside lookin' in everything's great