My problems

My brother in poverty,

So I gave him stuff that fits him properly,

All his shame was in his mockery,

Now he lives in poverty,

And we know he ain’t winning lottery,

So I had to be treating him properly.

He kept on taking money and it bothered me,

 

All because of my brother!

My debt is a high number!

My mother wished he died younger,

Man, I wished she died faster,

Wished it was three times faster,

She made all of my anger,

 

I need to calm down,

Wished there was something to take my anger on,

This life is not a phenomenon,

Couldn’t control myself so I left my darkness on,

This problem was a stepping stone that I fell on.

 

All because of my brother!

My debt is a high number!

My mother wished he died younger,

Man, I wished she died faster,

Wished it was three times faster,

She made all of my anger…