My Brothers - Homeboy Sandman

My Brothers - Homeboy Sandman

Год
2013
Язык
`English`
Длительность
230530

Below is the lyrics of the song My Brothers , artist - Homeboy Sandman with translation

Lyrics " My Brothers "

Original text with translation

My Brothers

Homeboy Sandman

Stop it

You’re socking yourself

That’s your pocket you robbing

Your noggin you knocking

Your pops that you popping

That ain’t your opposite hollering «help»

How the hell you hobble yourself?

What you got in common is greater than your problem

Apologize and polly and smell the pollen

And stop the violins and stop the violence

Acknowledge and do the knowledge

That nonsense is garbage

We’re here to harvest in this garden, all us

I’m honest, so be humble and modest not martyrs, I promise

I beg your pardon

Breathe in some oxygen

Breathe out some carbon

Stop starting stuff, cats is starving

Stop bothering, clobbering

Give some compliments so we can accomplish

An empowered populace

Princes, paupers, tropics, metropolis

Enough carcasses, stop emptying cartridges

Aren’t you sick and tired of this?

All society’s sirens

I is

An eye for an eye is tired

Every eye has an iris

No man is an island

Or my sister

Mrs. or Mr. you should be insistent on fighting the system

May I assist ya?

Yo kid I wouldn’t kid ya

Like Adam gave his rib so you could sell him down the river

Can’t cats just try to kick it?

Here’s the kicker

Cats fighting like they fighting for the clicker

The bound to fill the crypt up

The fighting for the figures

How you figure you the victim doing the stick up?

That’s too dirty for Swiffer

Time to switch up

Can’t even frickin play a game of pick-up

Can’t even set a pick

Can’t even hiccup without fisticuffs

Which leaves a bump upside your head

I wish the bulb atop your head with flicker

This ain’t a game

Going against the grain don’t make you lame it make you hipper

Don’t be a hungry hippo

Whippersnapper

Don’t be greedy like your favorite rapper

It ain’t good for your status or your stature

It ain’t good for the captives

For the captors it is absolutely happenin'

But y’all don’t really haftas

Why you think the golden rule is golden fool?

Acting phony only makes you vulnerable

You need to call an audible and cut out all the bull

I hate to pull your card but you need to cut the carnage

And start the carnival

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