R&B (C) 1-15-09

Once upon a time there were two brothers And they were by the same mother And they loved their family and the community and others They were alike in every way except they like a different color And this is where the story begins so listen my brotha The one brother was tall and enjoyed the sight blue And it’s true he was loved by me you and the world too. Then the other loved red And didn’t want any to be dead So he helped everyone out and highly he held his head But on one crazy night the brothers got into a fight And instead of telling their anger they were greeted near a manger by a very creepy stranger He said one day you two’ll drift away and become evil goons Smacking Niggaz hoes and people til the break of many moons You won’t rest until the day that one of you is dead And the blue will call himself crip and blood will be the color red You’ll take what you want no askin just say gimme Shoot a nigga in the back then load back up the semi And all only for the dropp of a penny Take whatever he got then got back to house And party till completely intoxicated by ma remy You’ll dream that one day this war will be over in time But until that day you’ll still partake in government crime Send out ya troops and have them sell records by bustin a rhyme And make so much money that even ya lights illuminate in lime You’ll see that forever your legacy will live on and you will change as the six o’clock hits as the crack of dawn Now this fight that you had should’ve never took place Now I’ll go but leavin you while your mind is in the mode of erase Delete all and copy into their brains the evil thoughts of this man It’s crazy how one thing can change the world and by a dude you’ll never see again Six o’ clock stormed in and the brothers were reborn by hate Ironically though from a harsh birth the brothers felt great The war began and Hate continued to reproduce He still had Niggaz in the south hangin by a noose But with the war against the colors the no longer needed to fight They just supplied the guns drugs and evil then called it a night The dark feline wanted to supply his owner with a chance for hope But the Panther couldn’t stand a chance against the latest crave dope Well how sad the Panther was disbanded and the Klan was reprimanded But to be broken up it’s funny how that they weren’t demanded I against it suffer from this fever and I’ve become a believer Of how we’re still slaves as much as a tree is to a Beaver But I’m Clever I’ll endeavor to completely pull the lever And hopefully my legacy will live on forever. Copyright 1-15-09 ©® Corey Threet PLEASE COMMENT!