| of this thing at work called cynicism
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| And I’m tired of hearing twisted thoughts
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| with bent expressions
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| I see no reason to be brother’s keeper
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| 'cause at this point
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| all I need is something more
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| In fact, this could be hard for me
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| it could take everything my spirit,
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| mind and body can endure
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| The cynic in me tried to cheat
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| A pathetic excuse that deceived me
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| can’t let it lead me
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| Just a lie —
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| the biggest ever.
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| I saw that man
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| on the street with empty eyes
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| Not a soul stopped
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| and said a word to him
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| My thoughts: 'Don't get involved,
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| its not safe, I’m late for work, he’ll just ask for money'
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| Brother’s Keeper
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| Brother’s Keeper
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| How much proof do I need?
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| How much evidence will it take
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| to shake me down to the core?
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| But when its my life at stake?
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| See, that’s different now-
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| Its priority -now I care.
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| Brother’s Keeper
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| Just act now brother’s keeper
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| Don’t complain — mama’s sleeper
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| Be a father — not a weeper
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| Get off my soap box
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| Don’t want to be a creeper
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| brother’s keeper.
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| Just look around me brother’s keeper
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| standing still 'til we meet the reaper?
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| No chance of boredom mama’s sleeper
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| way too much work to do brother’s keeper
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| The brutal cold from Yugoslavia
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| cools the mist of death in Macedonia
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| while the hunger pains in Africa
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| I just plant my flag in 'absentia'
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| (repeat chorus)
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| I need something to do
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| something real
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| It might pay me back a hundred times
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| and it might not
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| My cynic inside screams
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| I know pay back’s a bitch
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| My thought respond with just a whisper
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| 'Can't listen to my cynic — least of all my cynic'.
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| I need something to do
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| something real
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| It might pay me back a hundred times
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| and it might not
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| I sure as hell am my brother’s keeper
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| might as well be my brother’s keeper
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| At least I figured out that much
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| 'can't listen to my cynic — least of all my cynic'. |