You called me brother
Asking me how I'm doing
Asking me let's hit the club
I refused as usual
You got mad
I explained to you
We are not kids anymore
We don't have time anymore
We have to be adults now
No time to waste now
Trust me I want to go with you now
I miss the good old days
When we beat the guy together
Because he touch the girl without consent
We became our very own police
To keep the peace
We went to the police
To identify the harasser
His face was black and blue
Cuts and bruises
It was on the state newspaper
We won, the girl got paid
The girl forgave him after
We did the right thing my brother
Sometimes violence is necessary
To keep the peace
I will see you my friend when I find my peace ☮️
Edited with Canva picture was made with AI link in picture 🤠
