We don’t talk much.
But we have that deeper understanding.
Nobody believes it, but we know we grew up rough.
Plane took us up, and back down for a crash landing.
Some vital part of us was left in the skies…
Something that shut us both down, sealing our wounds inside.
Padawans looking for a Master…
Everyday had recklessness – everyday was almost a disaster
We both suffered different effects of abandonment and seclusion
You used it to excel… I used it for a reaction like nuclear fusion
We both lack common sense… and common sensibility
But we both have an acute grasp of our individual abilities
It’s cuz we found our identities…
The Lord willingly, sifted sea, to expose the real you. To reveal the real me.
But guess what? I’m still a re-tard.
My hard drive is different, but I still have some duplicate programs inside
I get irritated… You get under my skin.
But at root we’re bonded brothers – at root we’re real men.
Don’t let nobody ever tell you anything different than that
Not mom, or dad, or Satan, or any of my stupid acts
With myself I made this pact.
I will never defend myself before you.
We can talk, we can hash, but my goal is not to win one over you
Let’s be full soldiers, and live counter cultural
Not saying we won’t fight, but Peace is first controller.
Calling the shots. Making the game.
I love you bro, and would give my life for you on any given day
And if you ever need anything – thrown on a wig, sing out of key, and just say my name 😀