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Me and my brother are fighters,
Our bond is strong, ay, on the top where we belong.
No fear in our step, no break in our will,
We grind through the fire, climb every hill.
Raised in the dark, made tough by the pain,
We don’t fold under pressure — we dance in the rain.
Back to back, like twin flames lit,
Mess with the blood and you deal with the grit.
You can try, but you won’t break us,
World so loud, it still can’t shake us.
Side by side, two wolves in the storm,
We’re forged in heat — that’s how legends are born.
We don’t bend, nah, we don’t crawl,
We rise, we hit, we stand through it all.
From the bottom, we carved our name —
Now we walk through fire and never feel flame.
Every scar is a line in the script we wrote,
Each cut’s a verse, every bruise a quote.
We bled on the ground where cowards flee,
But stood so tall they started to believe.
Brother to brother, no fake, no fear,
If I fall, he’s near — if he roars, I hear.
We kings in shadows, no need for a throne,
We built our crown from the weight of stone.
We ain’t made for silence, we’re born from roar,
Kicked down once — came back with more.
No fate wrote us, we write our own,
Two blades sharp from the warzone.
So when they ask how we survived the fall,
Tell 'em: We never fell — we learned to brawl.