Lyrics:
We can make war or make babies
Back when I was nothin'
You made a brother feel like he was somethin'
That's why I'm with you to this day boo no
or to another,
or to your brother. You're going to have to learn to sing this song, it goes:
Please don't pass me by,
ah you don't have to sing this .. not for
another pink-slip.
And that's 3, and that means FIRED,
A coffee thermice in the purse to help her keep wired.
The day-care where she drops the baby off,
another round for me)
She said she can take this D, take the D (she said she can take it)
She got them thunder thighs
I'm just tryna get struck by some
Black shoes fit, like they was made, from ashes
Another brother, a sister or somebody's pops
And when I see Al, he never stops
Unless it's to make
brothers if you think that I'm a cynic
A War for hearts and minds we're never gonna win it
Feels like it's been a day but it's only been a minute
50 of my
sense is for you
'Cause you are my brother from another mother
You are a brother from another mother
'Cause you are my brother from another mother
They
situation
I wrote this on a day of wisdom power
All bein' born to myself (God)
I won't diss the next brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just
Killin' a brother while another mother cries for help
Man, we need to help a brother find them self
Feed em light, one, two, three
Hey, that's something
Killin' a brother while another mother cries for help
Man, we need to help a brother find them self
Feed em light, one, two, three
Hey, that's something
motivate, motivate
Tell my brother hold on, hold on, hold on
Your gonna see another day, another day
Like one day I'll have shorty in the ride
Even though
way, yeah
It may feel like just another day
In the way we approach life day by day, uh-huh
Just another day you wake up with a laugh
I still don't
they feel
When their brothers are ill, They'll be jumping out the window
Son, you know the deal
Bank account went flat
Business Tooken by a black
Yo,
situation
I wrote this on a day of wisdom power
All bein' born to myself (God)
I won't diss the next brother to be paid that's not my trade
It's just
controlled by the outer world G
Another Bronx War Story
Sometimes I have to search for information to find out
Why was we put in these certain situations
a flood
From all my brothers killing one another
Till waking I realised it was all my own dear blood
Some were buried in the church and some just where
sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming
One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs
My brother would sell jawns, my mother would
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
Stick up kids is out to tax
And this is how the story goes
Brothers are amused by
really ain't the rap
Audience that's bugging
It's one or two suckers, ignorant brothers
Trying to rob and steal from one another
You get caught in the mid
brother's dead
You crazy, another Dirty prank to get the family cranked
Y'all niggas shouldn't play like that, I know how you feel
Lord, but it's real,
a another crime case
Picture perfect, the vision never came Remember I'm a raw skin but my training swayed
Seeing brothers getting taken to the graves
because he lacked faith
But instead, he was shot by another black face
Another day in the ghetto,
Where this young black girl was being ignored by her
that they be
Many journeys to freedom made in vain
By brothers on the corner playin' ghetto games
I ask you, Lord why you enlightened me
Without
understand your plan.
Now I see the importance of history
Why my people be in the mess that they be
Many journeys to freedom made in vain
By brothers
.jpg/199px-The_Swon_Brothers_(22156089649).jpg "The Swon Brothers")
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