Some Brothers

Some Brothers 

Some brothers in our neighborhood are acting up again tonight 
They must be tryin’ to speak to the world in 
cold blood, hot head, a black piece, white dust 
America 

The shots ring out like it’s Independence Day 
Through the dead of winter a car drives by 
Maybe they’re tryin’ to send themselves back to 
Africa, spirit, ashes, big dreams 
America 

They never hit the right target: 
history, oppression, funding, the white devil 
They miss with a vengeance on the ones they should love 
and we hear it each night as we pray for a dove 

Big dreams, hot head, cold blood, passion 
America