2 Brothers

Yo, this one’s ’bout two brothers—same blood, same veins,

One chased the books, the other chased flames.

Same crib, same scars, same cracked windowpane,

Life split ’em like lightning splits oak, same rain.

Elder brother: street scholar with a prophet’s tongue,

Preachin’ “Break the cycle” where the sirens sung.

Little bro’s knuckles bruised, pavement for a pulpit,

Tradin’ homework for heat, pride his only profit.

Big bro’s hands clutch degrees, suit pressed like a vow,

Little bro’s grip’s on a Glock, sweat salt on his brow.

Same DNA, same fire, same scars on the roof,

One fights with a pen, one fights truth-for-proof.

Two sides of a coin, one gold, one rust,

Same blood, same dust, same war they trust.

Light in a loft vs. shadows that stalk,

Brotherly love—but the streets don’t talk.

Big bro’s sermons: “The system’s a rigged wheel,”

Little bro’s laugh: “Ain’t no meals in ideals.”

Fast cash, faster falls, the block’s a quick-sand,

Every dollar’s a bullet lodged in his palm.

Big bro’s climbin’, skyline in his sights,

Little bro’s knees bleed, chased by blue lights.

Two battles, one war—prison or prestige,

Same roots, same rot, different kinds of siege.

Two sides of a coin, one gold, one rust,

Same blood, same dust, same war they trust.

Light in a loft vs. shadows that stalk,

Brotherly love—but the streets don’t talk.

One night—a trigger’s cough, a body drops,

Little bro’s face in the news, hands cuffed, heartbeat stops.

Big bro’s at the glass, visitation booth,

Echoes of “Why?”—no answer, just truth.

Now big bro’s crown’s heavy, guilt weights his stride,

Little bro’s cell counts days, regret his only guide.

Same blood, same blame, two jails, different names,

One built by the block, one by the game.

Ain’t about right or wrong—survival’s the script,

One brother’s throne’s where the other’s stripped.

They’re mirrors cracked, reflections half-lit,

Same war cry, just different exits from the pit.

So when you judge their paths, pause and see,

Duality’s the price of a ghetto pedigree.

Two brothers, one anthem: “We fought, we cope,”

Same blood, same hope—just different ropes.