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Date Posted: 15:18:04 03/13/03 Thu
Author: Cu-jo
Author Host/IP: CPE00402b2f6ab6-CM014080200032.cpe.net.cable.rogers.com / 24.114.249.72
Subject: Big Brother (revised in bar format)

Hey, this song is dedicated to my older brother Curtis Jospeh Leeman, peace be with you man

Now you see my older brother used to live with my mother/ and for this she would smother/
the life outta him/
so much that he spent his whole life in /
an out of juvey homes/
and always used to always have to borrow loans/
from his "friend" Mike Houston, oh my god i hate that son of a bitch with every bit of hatred thats in me to give/ he's a selfish motherfucking prick who i hope will go to hell for all of his shit/
he killed my big brotha who was jus like a fatha to me/
and for dat, dis is who i must be/
a pissed off and stressed out little fucker, Mike, you caused so much pain in da end/
and now i must pick up dis pen and write down bout how you never his friend/
you were jus some fuckin guy who got him so high that he would forget that he had a kid brother and a crazy ol mother/
and that he grew up not knowing his father/
and for dat i will hate you for eva n eva and believe me, this song don't get betta/

Chorus
My big brotha, he's been gone for so long/
so i thought that i'd write him a song/
but when i started writin i got this strange feelin that he was writin through me/
so i let it flow free/
and i know how crazy how this sounds, but ya gotta belive me/
it was him tellin me he was finally free..../
And now i say so long to the man that i always wanted to be/
cus he's gone, but he got what he wanted, he's finally free

Man, i dont get it, you start off at the top of the hip-hop chart/
and then you find yourself shoppin at Wal-Mart/
and to think i put every bit of my heart into dis song/
and yet sometimes i still wish i was gone/
to some far off land where i can become my own man/
and i wouldn't have to put up with this back of the hand/ rejection, it ruins my complexion of life/
so i pick up this knife and slit my throat/
cus i jus dont know what to do any mo/
cus my mamma's so poor and yet i have to support her/
even though i'd rather deport her/
and i jus dont know anymore/
Now you see?/
This is all the stress that gets put unto me/
and its always there/
its like lice in your hair/
its so fuckin unfair/
whens it your turn to take on this burden? And oh god does it eva suck to be me/
but unfortunatly its all i can be

Chorus

My big brotha, he's been gone for so long/
so i thought that i'd write him a song/
but when i started writin i got this strange feelin that he was writin through me/
so i let it flow free/
and i know how crazy how this sounds, but ya gotta belive me/
it was him tellin me he was finally free..../
And now i say so long to the man that i always wanted to be/
cus he's gone, but he got what he wanted, he's finally free

man what is it that you people expect from me?/
who is it that you want me to be?/
You always walk around expectin/
well to bad, i'm gonna make myself the exception/
of your bullshit/
so you can either take it or leave it/
but make your descion quick/
cus i dont got enough time for you pricks/
cus lifes to short/
so you might as well snort/
the coke, here let me take ya coat for ya/
so that way you can go join in the big brew-ha-ha/
shit son, dont make me yawn/
cus while your here, i probably got one my homies taken a shit on ya lawn/
an go ahead you can burn my mom, it dont matta, cus yours is probably flatta then a flat tire/
and here, as you exit the stage/
take a flyer/
and dont come back till your rythmes are of age

Chorus
My big brotha, he's been gone for so long/
so i thought that i'd write him a song/
but when i started writin i got this strange feelin that he was writin through me/
so i let it flow free/
and i know how crazy how this sounds, but ya gotta belive me/
it was him tellin me he was finally free..../
And now i say so long to the man that i always wanted to be/
cus he's gone, but he got what he wanted, he's finally free

Sometimes i like to think that i was put here to deversifye/
what you people like to lie/
about wut goes on in ya house/
behind closed doors/
bout how you like to beat on ya bitch and call her a whore/
and when its all over you try to black out what you jus did/
but you can't fib/
you jus gotta admit/
that you hit your whore and knocked her to floo/
but o well, thats in the past, you cant change the past, yeh, but you can change da future/
and you gotta nurtre/
your gurl, and accept her for who she is/
and not that shes jus sumtin to blow your jizz/
on/
and if you keep it up, shes eventually gonna say "so long"/ but now i'm strayin away from my real topic of discussion/ my big bro's life story thats probably got you gushin/
out tears/
while i tell you bout his dreams n his fears/
his friends and his wanted benz/
and the hoes that didn't know how far they had to go/
for they had him sittin his ass in da snow/
and now he's dead/
an i can't seem to get it outta my head/
and theres only one solution, and dats jus to eat lead/
but i aint ready for dat kinda commitment yet/
so i guess i'm stuck jus livin wit it/
but i swear, i'm gonna make Mike pay for all of this shit/ then we'll see how much fun he�s havin then

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Real heart felt/..maybe coulda been expressed a lil better...though/.... (NT) -- OV@..acn't really critique for this was rEal...and kinda heartfelt, 16:52:29 03/13/03 Thu
Real heart felt/..maybe coulda been expressed a lil better...though/.... (NT) -- OV@..acn't really critique for this was rEal...and kinda heartfelt, 16:53:35 03/13/03 Thu
very heartfelt, nice way of portraying emotions...stay up..pz (NT) -- Essence...AM, 17:01:08 03/13/03 Thu
thiw was extremely long....i did catch th flow better, good job putting it in bars this time...flow was still a little bit choppy...even ya bars a little (NT) -- Vision...Thrice Optics, 17:24:04 03/13/03 Thu
this was hella long, but its cool man...i could tell that this was straight from your heart, there was emotion pouring out of your words man, this was a very nice way of putting your emotions out man, like Vision said flow was a lil choppy but i dont think you really went for flow in this one...stay up and building peace (NT) -- MC RHYMES a.k.a. SOUL COLLECTOR "you know the crew", 00:31:42 03/14/03 Fri
We alike. -- Lil' Lucky, 00:54:38 03/14/03 Fri
Its cool man, its important to feel the words you write (NT) -- Psilocybe, 15:09:17 03/14/03 Fri