in the day, I thought we was a family My little brother on the street corner selling crack Only 15 used to be a quarterback I wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie I
again Visions of her virginal white beauty Dancin'in your head Your soul's on ice Your soul's on ice Brother brother Are you suffering from a social
I dissed them I learned we earned, got no concern Instead we burned so where the hell is our return? Plain and simp the system's a pimp But I refuse to be
I kick a little thing like this I say, I say, I say, I say Shorty check me out I say, I say Now follow as I slip into that butter melody This is the
mind that no one could handle us The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles I found life was much more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I
to free my brother (They say I'm not African but that's not true I got a pecan tan??? so black till I'm blue) So, here's a tought and it's Positively
Upen your eyes Get wise) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your brain in gear) Race war (Get yourself together) (Upen your eyes Get wise) (Put your
want to hurt something You want to be somebody and be a standout But got your handout, oh you're broke, I guess it's off to your man's house Why is sister
A time of tension, racially fenced in I came off (and all the brothers blessed him) I left more than a mark, I left a dent Cause I'm a product, of the
[VERSE I] There's no turning back- I left my home burning in flames this morning Knowing the day after creates a new day dawning This is the season of
the day, I thought we was a family My little brother on the street corner selling crack Only 15 used to be a quarterback I wish the law would rehabilitate my auntie I