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     ..::BROTHERS::..

TURTLE

I'm the brother of identical twins abused in the womb
Our mother conceived on 10 cc's of which we consumened
Crack cocaine from the first trimester of development
With no worries.. i guess she thought it was irelevant
My skull barely formened not knowing how to cry
But the tears would usually flow out of my eyes
Not knowing how or why, must be gods way of mercy
Knowing if he took me than she could no longer hurt me
6 months along and I should've had fingers and toes
Arms and legs only grew as far down as the knees and elbows
Confused and delirious wondering if I feel right
What do i know I was barely non existent in the blink of an eye
I look at my brother thinking how could our mother make us suffer
I think if i had the chance I would say I love her
Unsatisfied hunger feeling like my stomachs is a plunger
Feeding off of crack like toxins from a muffler
No sound not even a whisper as I strain to whimper
Thirsting for something other than hard liquor
He never got a chance to see the sun shimmer
I notice hes lifeless and dorment like hibernating bears on the first day of winter

TITU

stoned facial expressions- im blessed with evil recession,
Though i never smoked but still facing fits of depression,
Feeling the pounds of coke-wrote in the scrolls of fate,
Dealing with coke my mother tokes to cloak some stains,
Half grown brain cant take the vibes of stress filled strings,
Lidless eyes  dougin the sight of brother hopin to live,
Self destructive and wild-i wish ya ever loved us,
Wouldnt think ya sons as sins-embraced n hugged us,
you're not hearing mum but we believe you're feeling ya seeds,
These weak umbilical cords cant feed n meet our needs,
You smoked dope n we hope it helped ya painfull strokes,
Buh did ya know it inhibited our skeletal growth,
Im satisfied by my fate but whats the fault of my brother?,
Whose looking helplessly with eyes wide open like bubbles,
Asking me things i dont know why we're growin' at slow pace,
Please tell em yourself  i cant bear his tearful face,
Still I dont blame my motherhood for these drugs n spells,
Cuz i can still hug my brother tight n celebrate hell,
don't mean to be rude cuz we can name these "murders" a "bad luck"
And thanks for turning this womb to the depths of grave for us,