Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Brothers, artist - Homeboy Sandman. Date of issue: 22.04.2013
Song language: English
My Brothers |
| Stop it |
| You’re socking yourself |
| That’s your pocket you robbing |
| Your noggin you knocking |
| Your pops that you popping |
| That ain’t your opposite hollering «help» |
| How the hell you hobble yourself? |
| What you got in common is greater than your problem |
| Apologize and polly and smell the pollen |
| And stop the violins and stop the violence |
| Acknowledge and do the knowledge |
| That nonsense is garbage |
| We’re here to harvest in this garden, all us |
| I’m honest, so be humble and modest not martyrs, I promise |
| I beg your pardon |
| Breathe in some oxygen |
| Breathe out some carbon |
| Stop starting stuff, cats is starving |
| Stop bothering, clobbering |
| Give some compliments so we can accomplish |
| An empowered populace |
| Princes, paupers, tropics, metropolis |
| Enough carcasses, stop emptying cartridges |
| Aren’t you sick and tired of this? |
| All society’s sirens |
| I is |
| An eye for an eye is tired |
| Every eye has an iris |
| No man is an island |
| Or my sister |
| Mrs. or Mr. you should be insistent on fighting the system |
| May I assist ya? |
| Yo kid I wouldn’t kid ya |
| Like Adam gave his rib so you could sell him down the river |
| Can’t cats just try to kick it? |
| Here’s the kicker |
| Cats fighting like they fighting for the clicker |
| The bound to fill the crypt up |
| The fighting for the figures |
| How you figure you the victim doing the stick up? |
| That’s too dirty for Swiffer |
| Time to switch up |
| Can’t even frickin play a game of pick-up |
| Can’t even set a pick |
| Can’t even hiccup without fisticuffs |
| Which leaves a bump upside your head |
| I wish the bulb atop your head with flicker |
| This ain’t a game |
| Going against the grain don’t make you lame it make you hipper |
| Don’t be a hungry hippo |
| Whippersnapper |
| Don’t be greedy like your favorite rapper |
| It ain’t good for your status or your stature |
| It ain’t good for the captives |
| For the captors it is absolutely happenin' |
| But y’all don’t really haftas |
| Why you think the golden rule is golden fool? |
| Acting phony only makes you vulnerable |
| You need to call an audible and cut out all the bull |
| I hate to pull your card but you need to cut the carnage |
| And start the carnival |