[Intro: spoken, gritty male rapper] Nine years. Not a call. Not a card Then the hospital called me. Not him. Them [Verse 1: gritty male rapper] Last time we spoke, we were standin' in our daddy's yard Arguin' over who should get the house and who should get the car He swung first, I swung last, and Mama's roses took the fall Nine Christmases of nothin' since, not a text and not a call Then his wife left me a voicemail, said he's runnin' out of time Three days a week on a machine, and he still won't dial mine So I went and got my blood drawn, just to say I tried Told the nurse, "He's not my brother," and the nurse said, "We'll decide" [Hook: powerful belted male soul singer] Turns out we were a match Every time we touched, it caught Turns out we were a match Burned down everything we got [Verse 2: gritty male rapper, harder] Six of six, the doctor said, and he said it with a grin Rarer than a stranger, perfect like a twin I sat out in my truck and punched the dashboard till it cracked Nine years I told the world we're nothin' alike, and the lab just took it back Same stubborn, same left hook, same way of walkin' out Same blood in the vial, and now it's all I think about Called him from the parkin' lot, he picked up on the third I said, "I'm bringin' you a kidney," and he didn't say a word Then he laughed like Daddy laughed, with the wheeze right at the end And for the first time in nine years, I was little brother again [Hook: powerful belted male soul singer] Turns out we were a match Every time we touched, it caught Turns out we were a match Burned down everything we got [Verse 3: gritty male rapper, the drums hit like a monitor beep] Six a.m., two gurneys, and a curtain hung between He said, "This don't mean you get the house." I said, "I want a room, not a deed" They ran a piece of me down the hall in a cooler packed with ice Funny how it took a surgeon with a knife to get us talkin' nice Woke up to the nurse sayin', "It's workin'," and I bit down on the sheet Heard the bastard through the curtain hummin' Mama's song, way off the beat Nine years we were gasoline, and neither one would strike Turns out all it took was one of us to give the other light [Final Hook: belted male soul singer, the dusty strings open into a full live orchestra] Turns out we were a match Took a fire to see it through Turns out we were a match Half of me is livin' in you [Outro: spoken, gritty male rapper, laughing] He still ain't givin' me the house [End]
