Charles

I got love for my bro
But will he ever know
Cause he never spoke
No, he never told

29-years-old
And they say his brain slow
But they don't know his soul

Lemme go back, backtrack
Give a little info
Tell you how this whole thing goes

At a young age, had a lotta earaches
Doctors said he wasn't geared straight
Autistic

In a sense, he'll never get old
No, he'll never know the problems of this life
Never have a wife, never have a kid
Never have to do a couple things I regret I did

He'll never have no fear
I'm not home, but I'm still right here

Right here, he grown but he don't drink light beer
And he still love light Buzz Lightyear
Everyday a new day
Anyday I'd be right there

Still living at home
The only thing he knows
That's Charles. My Charles

I can't lie though
Back in the day, he was on my last nerves, bro
Taking all my games, tryna play me like Nintendo
Break a CD, then he'd throw it out the window

No, I'm not a cop like Winslow
But I had to beat him, beat him like he ain't my kinfolk
Mom spoke, told me that I oughta ease up
Not bang on him like a n**** throwin c's up

'Et tu, Brute?' wanna cut him like a Caesar
But I really love him like my Granny loved Visa
Gold card, we told the [?] like on God
He ain't need no navigation, imma be his own star

On your mark, get set, ready, let's go
We got a bond that we never gonna let go
Dad and mom, it was hard, yes I know
When y'all gone, I be there for my lil bro