Brother,brother what can I do?Brother,brother I don't 
even know you
Brother,brother I have never met you
Brother,brother I can still feel your pain
Brother,brother what can I do?
I was standing right next to you
I know that it's not quite the same, but the tears that 
are falling are for your name-
my mom and dad - they can't understand
they know more than I ever can
I just know by seeing through them that I have to stand 
up a be a man.
I am smarter now, I am stronger now, violence is an awful 
thing and I say
Television hosts take charge of the time
discussions make sence not all the time
journalist asks a young black female what she thinks of 
the Korean race
she then replies that they're no good
he asks her why what did they do?
She shruggs her shoulders she does not know
this brings me down and I feel sorrow