(Verse 1)
They said brotherhood mean loyalty first,
Stand on your word even when it hurt.
Patch on your back, family in ink,
Stronger than blood — at least that’s what they think.
But storms show truth when the skies turn black,
Same ones yelling “brother” start fading back.
Phone go silent when you fighting alone,
Funny how “forever” feel different when it’s shown.
They love you strong, love you when you lead,
Love you when you useful, filling every need.
But stumble one time, now they question your name,
All that ride-or-die start sounding like game.
(Hook)
They say it’s brotherhood till it’s pressure applied,
Till the rumors spread and the lines divide.
Patch run deep? Nah, not that far —
Not as deep as blood, not as deep as scars.
You’re only good while you’re filling a role,
They’ll drain every ounce till you empty your soul.
(Verse 2)
I watched smiles hide knives in disguise,
Watched loyalty fade right before my eyes.
Every favor a tally, every move a debt,
Every sacrifice something they won’t forget.
You’re a tool in the box till the job complete,
Then you back on the shelf, out the circle, discreet.
Family don’t measure love by gain,
Family don’t leave when you carry pain.
Blood don’t vote when the heat rise high,
Blood don’t fold when it’s time to ride.
It don’t shift when the whispers grow,
It don’t turn cold when the spotlight go.
(Hook)
They say it’s brotherhood till it cost too much,
Till standing beside you require a crutch.
Patch on the leather, pride in the thread,
But the cloth don’t bleed when your spirit bled.
You’re only solid while you holding it up,
When you run dry, they ain’t filling your cup.
(Bridge)
Maybe the patch supposed to mean something real,
But symbols fade when exposed to steel.
Thread ain’t thicker than blood in the vein,
And loyalty tested reveal the stain.
(Verse 3)
So I learned who stood when the noise got loud,
Who stayed firm, who followed the crowd.
Brotherhood ain’t colors or stitched design,
It’s who still there when you cross that line.
I ain’t bitter, just seeing it clear —
Some bonds disappear when you face your fear.
If I ride now, it’s truth I defend,
Not a title that shifts with the trend.
Cause in the end when the dust all spread,
When the talk go quiet and the fire go dead,
Only blood and the real ones stay —
The rest just fade with the patch they display.
