

We used to share the same porch,
same
dreams Now
we're split by two extremes (yeah)
Marcus got the scholarship,
moved out east Late nights in the library,
chasing the beast Degrees on the wall,
corporate ladder he climbs While Julian stayed behind,
surviving the times
Corners and dice, chasing quick-moving cash
Two different worlds bound to collide and crash
We walked the same concrete,
but chased a different sun
One held a degree,
and one held a gun
Now the worlds are spinning,
gravity is pulling tight Will we recognize each other in the dark
of night? (will we?)
Ten years later in a downtown bank Alarms screaming loud,
the atmosphere sank
Marcus is the manager behind the glass screen
Julian walks in with a mask on the scene
Eyes lock tight through the smoke and the fear
Recognizing the ghost of a childhood peer
No
words are spoken, but the silence is loud A lifetime of
choices in a desperate crowd Marcus
nods
slowly, Julian drops the hand Two brothers divided by the lines in
the
sand
Same concrete...
Different sun...
(how did we get here?)