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Brother,It’s so much that I could never say to your faceBut by nowYou should know the world and all its waysSo find your place!How do I find words that do not condescendWhen she bore you before meCause she doesn’t need a child she needs a friendA son, not a sob storyNow you must of never heard of what she did for youAnd your priority it must be heardNow you must of never heard of what she did for youCause we’ll never be the way we wereShe can’t always be there just to hold your downOur motherWhen you are at a age nowwell life turns around, my brotherRealize that you don’t have to answer to no manResponsibility comes down to youBut how can I expect you to understandWhen you live life like its so unthroughNow you must of never heard of what she did for youAnd your priority, it must be heardNow you must of never heard of what she did for youCause we’ll never be the way we wereThe way we wereWe’ll never beOoh, ooh, ooh, oohAt your priority, It must be heardby hugo resende-rj
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