[Hook – 2×]
Pulli, my brother since way back in the days,
no frame could hold the bond we raised.
From school desks to the power shed scene –
30 years strong, still livin' that dream.
[Verse 1]
Fifth grade legends, backpacks and kicks,
you with your ball, we were just little kids.
Sixth grade crash – you flew off your bike,
class wrote you letters, man, you were liked.
Then you moved out, straight to Roxel town,
I said, “I’ll follow soon, won’t let you down.”
And not long after, like fate on a track,
I rolled into Roxel – we were back!
[Hook – 2×]
Pulli, my brother since way back in the days,
no frame could hold the bond we raised.
From school desks to the power shed scene –
30 years strong, still livin' that dream.
[Verse 2]
First joint behind the shed, we sparked that light,
hip hop became our way of life.
Beats and rhymes while we learned the game,
on the edge of the system, but never ashamed.
Riding tuned-up mopeds, wild in the street,
burned through the nights with dirty sneaks on our feet.
Video store bandits, rebel crew pride –
we had no cash, but brotherhood by our side.
[Hook – 2×]
Pulli, my brother since way back in the days,
no frame could hold the bond we raised.
From school desks to the power shed scene –
30 years strong, still livin' that dream.
[Bridge]
Now I stand with a mic and a full heart,
thinkin’ ’bout the place where we did start.
Almost three decades – we still tight,
Happy Birthday bro – you’re my ride or die.
[Outro – Spoken]
Thanks for the laughs, the highs and the pain,
the storms we danced through in sunshine and rain.
To the next 30 – Pulli, you my man.
Forever my brother – I’m your biggest fan!
MaryJane420
