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My Blood Brothers

You were my homies
before I knew
the word.

We woulda been thugs
together.

But we were happy
little thugs.

I was a 5-year-old
criminal.

But I didn't care.

I had my homies
& my homies had me.

Why did they
separate us?

We had the best times
together.

What's a little
illegal activity
amongst friends?

Miss you forever,
my brothers.


copyright 2021
by Insomnia
(AJ Kline Robinson)
September 9, 2021
3:41 a.m.




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