Brother From Another Mother - Robert

Another tribe.another brother Torn between his lover and the gun Another god.another mother Weeps to justify the damage done I wonder through the lies and dirt I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth? As truth collides with propaganda Just another victim on the run The world outside, all fluff and candour Seeks to justify the damage done No wonder, so much pain and hurt I wonder, will the meek inherit all the earth? I think there may be.a war in heaven Paradise beneath the smoking gun As every saint and small town saviour Race to justify their chosen one I wonder, as our world collides I want to reach out there Across the great divide

My brother, take a rest from what you doin' sit back and listen Listen to my song about some brothers on a mission This one kid he never went to school His teachers thought that he was crazy out acting the fool But on a real, baby pa had nuff static He had two little brothers and his mother was a crack addict Papa bear was never there to give him hope So one might ask himself how did this young man cope? He started robbin' just to feed his peoples and that's a fact Until one day he got caught in the act Shacked up and jacked up and taken downtown And to the judge he's just another brother on lockdown Well this other nigga from the Fort was out to get his Catchin' crazy wreck on the mic, that's word to Mizz But until he struck the deal he had to sell the rock Pack the glock doin' deeds at the end of the block He had crazy fly robes and his daughter ate well He never hit the blowpipe it was strictly the sell These jealous brothers round the way wanted to rock his world But instead they did the dirty shit and shot his girl When he found out who did it he went awol Stepped to the mall, he saw the punks and sprayed them all But now he's doin' life for the suckers he shot down And now he's just another brother on lockdown Fresh outta school my man had it all A dip crib, a fly girl, he was havin' a ball But this other punk kid started to use him and abuse him Slowly takin' all his loot and at the same time confuse him When the smoke cleared my man lost his crib and his bank May I ask a question, who'd he have to thank? Well anyway, now he's on a mission to get his respect He thinks the only way to get it is to catch his wreck He saw the bastard in the Village, on Astor Place My man balled up his fist and laid him to waste Now he's getting' five years even though he got props now But to you and me he's just another brother on lockdown

From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' From four 'till late, I was wringin' my hands and cryin' I believe to my soul, that your daddy's Gulfport bound From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride From Memphis to Norfolk, is a thirty-six hours ride A man is like a prisoner and he's never satisfied A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers A woman is like a dresser, some man always ramblin' through its drawers It cause so many men, wear an apron overall From four 'till late, she get1 with a no-good bunch and clown From four 'till late, she get1 with a no-good bunch and clown Now, she won't do nothin', but tear a good man' reputation down When I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I leave this town, I'm gon' bid you fare, farewell And when I return again, you'll have a great long story to tell Note 1: alternatively "give up" instead of "she get"