Brother Lyrics

I need a brother, war

A brother, peace

And a brother in arms

Like one two three

A person who can see

The better me

A person who can see

The blasphemy

Better see the kid from

The west and east

Better understand the boy's a beast

American grime and American crime

Fin to see the kid going line for line

Opps want to try but I'll be fine

A brother been there to count the times

A brothers been there to wipe my eyes

He wipes my eyes, I count his tears

I know the pains been there for years

I know my daddy just chugs his beers

I know his daddy just laughs and sneers

Laugh and sneers that sounds quaint

The verbal abuse would make you faint

The man so noble, not a saint

The man so noble, white washed paint

I need a brother in war

And a brother in peace

And a brother in arms

Like one two three

A person who can see

The better me

A person who can see

The blasphemy

I need a brother, war

A brother, peace

And a brother in arms

Like one two three

A person who can see

The better me

A person who can see

The blasphemy

Brother see its a destiny

We just help maintain the peace

Life's not perfect, we just work it

He been hurting, we've been hurting

He's been praying, all I'm saying

We just need to make a change

We just need to end the pain

We just need to end the pain

The pawn shop has a big ole glock

They keeps it behind key and lock

The boys heart held devious plot

Profane souls began to rot

Began to rot, they wanted to die

There was no hope in their eyes

Away from the pains of this life

Away from the pain do or die

I need a brother in war

And a brother in peace

And a brother in arms

Like one two three

A person who can see

The better me

A person who can see

The blasphemy

I need a brother, war

A brother, peace

And a brother, arms

Like one two three

A person who can see

The better me

A person who can see

The blasphemy

One brother's scared

One brother is not

They hold the gun

And begin their plot

Nervous as they count to ten

One is glad, it is the end

The count strike nine

It's time to die

Tito's resolve reaks, aside

He says, Figaro I just can't die

I'm too scared, to take my life

Figaro sighs and begins to cry

Ok Tito not tonight

We will not end our lives

It was Figaro's pitful lie

I need a brother in war

And a brother in peace

And a brother in arms

one two three

A person, see

The better me

A person, see

The blasphemy

I need a brother in war

And a brother in peace

And a brother in arms

Like one two three

A person who can see

The better me

A person who can see

This blasphemy