No doubt like a doctors incision,
It's incisive that I keep this precise like a surgeon's precision,
Bonds forged from shared wombs, to shared meals to struggle to modern tombs,
caskets if u may, but I spread this love like there's no delay, so allow me to relay and replay what needs not be spoken of, but is understood, kept fresh like slung in the hood, welcomed like fresh breath and good food.
Keep it real, keep it free, keep it G with me, as we traverse this terrain know as life, I hold mine close like a butchers knife, tethered in blood and strife. Bathed in nothing but real, beyond reason, and beyond logic. Spoken through ages, beyond time, beyond season.....It's all black and white like white on rice, it's all love and nothing if not life.....a Brotherhood.
I am my brother's keeper , without doubt, like a betting man's bookkeeper.