My brother, take a rest from what you doin' sit back and listen   Listen to my song about some brothers on a mission   This one kid he never went to school   His teachers thought that he was crazy out acting the fool   But on a real, baby pa had nuff static   He had two little brothers and his mother was a crack addict   Papa bear was never there to give him hope   So one might ask himself how did this young man cope?   He started robbin' just to feed his peoples and that's a fact   Until one day he got caught in the act   Shacked up and jacked up and taken downtown   And to the judge he's just another brother on lockdown      Well this other nigga from the Fort was out to get his   Catchin' crazy wreck on the mic, that's word to Mizz   But until he struck the deal he had to sell the rock   Pack the glock doin' deeds at the end of the block   He had crazy fly robes and his daughter ate well   He never hit the blowpipe it was strictly the sell   These jealous brothers round the way wanted to rock his world   But instead they did the dirty shit and shot his girl   When he found out who did it he went awol   Stepped to the mall, he saw the punks and sprayed them all   But now he's doin' life for the suckers he shot down   And now he's just another brother on lockdown      Fresh outta school my man had it all   A dip crib, a fly girl, he was havin' a ball   But this other punk kid started to use him and abuse him   Slowly takin' all his loot and at the same time confuse him   When the smoke cleared my man lost his crib and his bank   May I ask a question, who'd he have to thank?   Well anyway, now he's on a mission to get his respect   He thinks the only way to get it is to catch his wreck   He saw the bastard in the Village, on Astor Place   My man balled up his fist and laid him to waste   Now he's getting' five years even though he got props now   But to you and me he's just another brother on lockdown