Two Sides of the Same Coin

Back when we was kids, same dirt, same kicks. Climbin' fences,

laughin' at the world, no pics. Streets was the teacher,

gave lessons on kind. Chalk lines on the pavement etched in my mind.

You took the corners, I took the cracks. You ran the

packs, I wrote the tracks. Two wolves, same pack.

Two paths, same map. One in the system, the other never

trapped. Two roads split but we still the same soul. One in the

cell, one dodgin' the patrol. Blind loyalty, I carry the