Lyrics:
live and scrape in misery, we die by our own hand
And still we murder our own children, brotherhood of man
Blood on all our hands we cannot hope
Money, hoes, and drugs, will test a nigga, brotherhood
I'm the type to give it to ma dukes, make sure my mother good
They just caught an opp lacking
the people understand and dream of perfect man
Situation leading to sweet salvation
For the people, for the good, for mankind brotherhood
(We're traveling
Once upon a time, there was a dancer. And his name was Dino Sore.
He used to roam about the countryside until his freedom was stolen. And by that,
the people understand and dream of perfect man
Situation leading to sweet salvation
For the people, for the good, for mankind brotherhood
(We're traveling
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
Well, I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston
With my guitar under my coat
I hitchhiked all
bark
Bible my wisdom, man i'm fit for the art
Brotherhood born through the sole art of rapping
Divided by blood but don't be dramatic
I buzz like i'm
understand
And dream of the perfect man
A situation leading to sweet salvation
For the people for the good
For mankind brotherhood
We're traveling in time
and he owes me money!
Do you know Joan? She’s a bank teller
She gets it on with this husky feller
I seen them the other day down by the YMCA
They were
the hood held onto brotherhood
Sharing what we had even tho there stolen goods
I just couldn't stand being soo misunderstood
They'll judge by the cover
understood were fam
Living good for the sisterhood and brotherhood of man, yo
Imagine, no possessions I wonder if you can?
No need for greed or hunger just
detrimental for
Your future it's detrimental
For your growth it's detrimental
To your longevity
At a certain point as a woman
I'm not talking about as a man
I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do you?
Type of money, everybody acting like they knew you
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish
Them heavy metal guys, they're regular folks like me and you.
So man, for
brotherhood, for peace, fraternity, equality, I decided that I, Mojo
Nixon,
Brotherhood! Oh oh oh
Brotherhood! Oh oh oh
Brotherhood! Oh oh oh
Brotherhood! Oh oh oh
This story begins
With two friends going to war
And they
fight sometimes
But there's nothing strong enough to let us keep on fighting
may seems obvious man, it’s brotherhood
while the years are passing by
You
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low
Makin that bacon, row by row
Can't get them muscles at the YMCA
It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn
Well I quit my job down at the car wash
Left my mother a goodbye note
By sundown I left Kingston with my guitar under my coat
Hitchhiked all
I'm the fuckin' man, y'all don't get it, do you?
Type of money, everybody acting like they knew you
Go Uptown, New York City, bitch
Them Spanish
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