Brother Art - Pipelines

Mom told me never peek
Gave me ear plugs when my dad speak
I can still smell the scent of the crack smoke when I sleep
I still got memories from when cops shackled his feet
Whenever he tried to quit, my pops battled for weeks
They used to tell us he was drunk, man they tried to keep us safe
Yea ignorance is bliss but knowledge put you in your place
A few domestic disputes, cops threatening to shoot
I used to mimic his face, kim said it wasn't cute
He would come home early, start to smoke around noon
I saved my mom's life once when he had choked her in her room
Spent a couple summers in a shelter for battered women
Fixed it with trips to grandmom's....had us swimming
Now the cribs a crack house, he still call it home
It's still unconditional love whenever he call my phone
With barely any income, we had to stay afloat
My mom had to share my dad more than a famous quote
I put pain in every verse that I wrote

I hit queens village
I go to visit, I gotta slide him a bill
I say I know what you buying, why you lie to me still
Body looking fragile, his mother in a grave
He still smoking all the crumbs that his older brother save
Looking back at news clips of him on the cover page
Used to run the block with guns cocked
Now he up in Caribbean spots, beg for meals
Even tho I give him bread, it's in his head to steal
Only 12 steps he knows is ones his legs will feel
He still call every week, say he proud
Would trade an android for drugs, only flip phones allowed
He walking with a cane now, going insane
He still saluting his sergeant, it's all in his brain now
Flashbacks, his whole life's in a backpack
Pain threshold, he's 2 vicodins past that
He asking where the cash at, currency on the verse
Going through withdrawal emergencies
On the first
When his aunt get her check he there reaching for her purse
She filled with disappointment
Sometimes forget his mom dead, now he wondering where joyce went
Promise to get help but by now pointless

Every weekend, VIP, toast in the air
Drink til I black out, sister getting scared
Think I inherited traits
I carry the weight, of a whole family in despair
Bury your hate
Give a fuck what you say, got various tastes
From berries and grapes...to dusse and clicquot
What you spend on a case, for me nigga? That's each tho
Me and dre spending guap on the black bottles
Spanish bitches from up top, and black models
Tell myself I got time to get it right
Whole glass of straight vodka with a little Sprite
Me and pops getting by in this life alone
Our family treat us like children despite we grown
The fact he treat me less like a son and more like a friend sucks
I know he getting high
But I love him so I'll still give him 10 bucks

Written by:
Arturio Fleuristal

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