My Wrongs

Fuck a label or a record deal let the weapon spill

If you blood where ya bloods when you needed health and heal

You my brother not the same father but the same mother

And that mean something to me you a team member to me

When war break action hitting harder than climax

And when it came to me you was ready for combat

This is not statistical homie but this is ritual

Understand I mean it when I tell you that I'm meant for you

Mama always worry and she always in a hurry

Cause she scared that she gone get a call that her son is buried

Times when I was young my brother fightin' with the jury

And I ain't know what's going on so who could really trust me