That's my bro

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Siblings… how many of us have ‘em? Siblings… I’ll tell you about mine.
I got a brother… yeah His name is Alen… yeah He’s hungover… yeah But you knew that… yeah He’s 34… yeah He really snores… yeah Fell on the floor… yeah Broke his thumb… yeah No medical… yeah I’m just kidding… oh He got that… finally But guess what… what Some cop pulled him over… ooo Gave him 4 tickets… ooo Now he mad… mad
Called me like, “Jazz, this some bullshhh” Was in the box truck, tryna run his shift Emergency brake? That thing said nah So the truck kept slidin’ like a soap opera plot
Four tickets stacked, like a bad poker hand Alen grippin’ that Coors, tryna understand Said, “I didn’t speed, I didn’t drift” Just the broke-ass truck and some bad luck gifts
No snacks, no joy, just boots and stress Swearin’ on his life he was doin’ his best But now we talkin’ court dates, stressin' the cost Tryna beat these fines without takin’ a loss
Then there’s that night—garage vibes off He was just walkin’, not even soft Lights kinda low, air feelin’ chill Till he caught a toe on that Chinese grill
Down he went like gravity called Thumb hit first, and the man just bawled Didn’t scream much—just cussed and sat Holdin’ his hand like, “Yo, it ain’t that bad…”
Waited a bit, then hit urgent care Doc took one look like, “Bruh, despair.” Wrapped it up clean, threw a brace on tight Now Alen got beef with grills at night
That’s my brother though—real one, no cap Got stories for days, got bruises to match From thumb breaks to fines, and garage missteps Alen stay wildin’, but I swear he’s the best
But real talk? Just between you and me... Dad loves me more—genetically. I’m the favorite, he just won’t confess But you can see it in the way he answers my texts
Sibling rivalry, light roast, no hate Alen still the GOAT—I just dominate So yeah… siblings… how many of us ride? Even when they break bones just walkin’ inside? I got one—and he chaotic, that’s fact But blood runs deep, and I always got his back.