My Brothers...

by Rodger L. Hilliard

My Brothers... are dying, killing my Brothers,
Free-Dumb is injecting poison into my neighborhoods,
Free-Dumb got some of my Brothers
actin' like ghetto Robin-Hoods,
or KKKz wit'out the hoods,
the price of Free-Dumb is mighty steep,
I'm a Free-Dumb fighter, I ain't got no time to sleep
My Brothers are dying and I've yet to weep
Am I...My Brother's Keeper?
My loads gettin' heavy, wit so many of My keep

My Brothers...are dying, walking,
talking midnight zombies and don't even know it
they speak Peace and One Love,
but I be damned if they show it

My Brothers...are dying,
everyday and every way, more and more
night and day
My Brothers are dying,
on city streets and cell blocks,
 from Uzi's and AK's and black finished Glocks,
by killer cops and cocaine rocks
My Brothers are dying!
My Brothers are dying!
My Brothers WE...are dying

My Brothers... by Rodger L. Hilliard

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