Brotha Brotha Brotha Brotha Brotha Brotha Brotha
34 yrs old and you still causing trouble
spending all your free time hoppin on the bubble
shooting for the moon like your name was Carl Hubbell
Hitting lots of singles trying to stretch it to a double.
L to the Ron to the Hubbard yo
Got Tom Cruise in the cupboard so
John Travolta got his lovers though
who really gives a fuck if its behind closed doors?
I got my sight, I still got my health
Getting out and still enjoying myself
Gots no kids so still got my wealth
Got 3 books upright on my shelf
Now if you think I’d do it differently
you’d probably be right
Chasing all the hoochies in the middle of the night
now the girls be chasing me towards the guiding light.
But I’ve got few regrets, coulda been much worse
I never stole cigarettes out of my mamma’s purse
she never had to take a ride behind my coffin’s hearse
she never was in earshot to hear my muttered curse(s)
So brutha brutha brutha brutha brutha brutha brutha
What you gonna do when you no longer have a mother?
What you gonna do to become a better brother?
What you gonna do to become a better brother?
What you gonna do to become a better brother?
~BMick tha pick clickpicka~
This is cool, made me smile. You’ve reasserted joy’s contagious nature.