They make brothers feel good,
Anytime a kind step in the hood,
From their hearts, springing is love, pure and deep,
True homies never make us weep.
We are all of a kind but different,
Some care, some aren't real,
True homies always on brother's welfare.
Because they are true,
Enemies label them crooks,
But deep in their heart,
Simple, plain, and white.
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