You are heads I am tails
You get hot I hold it in
We both got that dark skin
Think were gifts to women
You’re loud like daddy
I speak quiet like his grin
We are brothers
Waller street boyze dirt bikes pants in socks afro’s out
Different but the same
Right down to the chipped
Front teeth the initials in our names
We were and are
Joke tellers laughing through the night
With no one but each other
Bunked in beds for life
Rooted for life.
© Demitri Tyler
Excerpt from the book “Measuring For Balance”
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Never seen this til now
True story love ya Bruh
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