The real gift
It's not something you can wrap up or buy from the store
It's da real love that hits the core
It's priceless but every day the value goes up
Friendship unlike any other
My brother from another mother
Like minded
On the same grind
Spritually inclined
Both following the same line
To everlasting perfection
Though others spit deception
We lookin past the lies
Ignoring the false disguise
So we can keep our eyes on the prize
Straight focused
Eagle eye precision
By definition
We are who we are
But you is my brother
Far as I'm concerned yo last name is mccollugh
poem by Martin McCollugh
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