This one is
for my brother; this one is for my friend
He is a
husband, he’s a father
He is a hardworking
man
Talented
and respected
With a big
humble heart,
Filled with
love and art.
We felt
free because we believed
Now we are
told we are free
And that we
need to believe.
I am sorry
my friend
I was there
until the end.
Couldn’t raise
a finger
Couldn’t raise
my voice either
Now I got
to live with my tail between my legs
Mister that’s what
you did to a sister!
I am going
to call you sir
But please don’t
touch my brother!
If for real
he did bother
Please take
him to the corner
Show him
some good manners
And be a
better man.
We look up
to you sir
You wear
the suit of courage
You cannot
cause any damage
We look up
to you sir!
I feel so
sad
When I see
a man of honor act so bad
A man I
should respect, an elder,
The one
that should know better.
The suit is
a prison
Once you
wear it you owe the population
To make no
abomination
Because your
incrimination
Stains more
than one person.
Reassure
me, don’t pressure me
You got to
stay pure
Secure me, don’t
brutalize me
Sensitize me,
don’t traumatize me,
No no sir
No sir
No, no, no,
no, no
I have to
tell you no sir.
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