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Once I woke up to a dream

Cops surrounded my bed

Looking up I wondered

What they do this time

by they I mean my family

They said "get up"

so I did, without thought

I stood there in boxers

Stared at them like they were shit

cause in my eyes they were

I looked out my door and saw my brother

in boxers too, hancuffed to the floor

He looked at me and smiled

I smiled back, but cried inside

It's hard to live this life

Never doing wrong

but wrong being done all around you

I cried later that night

my bro called and said he was fine

I knew he was but I cried anyway

A week later he came back home

and he looked at me

I stood strong with my head held high

Welcome back, Bro