What do you mean, I'm your brother?
How dare you say
that?
How can you be my brother,
When you enter my
house,
And steal my goods to sell.
How can you be a loved
one,
When you sell drugs to my children
On their way to
school?
What sort of brother are you,
When you are jealous
of me,
Because I have good clothes and a nice woman,
Now
you've got to challenge me?
How can you call 'brother, brother',
And yet when you are
stoned,
You insult my family and me?
How can a brother of
mine,
Take me outside the club and shoot me,
When I've just
stepped on his toes?
What sort of brother are you,
That
kills another man,
For the sake of a little drug patch?
A
brother is one, I believe,
Who won't hurt or beat you up
When
you are vulnerable to the world outside.
A brother doesn't shout me down,
Because my views are not
compatible,
With what he thinks I should have.
My brother
would not deny,
Children a right for a loving home,
Simply
because they'll live with people,
With a different colour of
skin.
You my brother? I really don't know,
Some days you
are American and proud,
And I am stupid, simple African.
What
sort of brother can you be,
When you refuse to work or
learn,
And add to the statistics of the bigots?
So whatever you are, one things for sure
You cannot be a
brother of mine,
Simply because of the same colour of our
skins.
With a brother like you, who needs enemies?
Posted: 2007-07-01 13:16:40