hey mom i fight just a little im fundamental gentlemen is what I want to be for my mom gentle is the key to opening the door to my soul staight up late still haven't ate my moms Casserole officers parole the streets waiting for a a disrespecting dip wit like me to catch my clothes dont match I ran and ran didnt even get a scratch untill I finally found my match my youngest brother we fight so much he stole my Legos so we start throwing elbows and blows are war cry echoes so I finally let go pick up my head phones play a song I got but I forgot about my mom till she walked up the stairs to see the ruckus I just try to stay focused on my song then my brother says something smart then I let my anger get a hold of me so I turned back my mom grabbed me and faced me to her and i got smacked across the face my tears where going all over the place I didnt deserve it my brother did but I dont want him to go through that pain brothers look out for each other love each other but something happened to our ways now and days