direction (ooh-ooh). Zion's train is coming our way; The Zion's train is coming our way. Which man can save his brother's soul? (save your brother'
pretty, It was dying There were some who had more than they could eat And other with no shoes up on their feet, They were crying I saw a brother sell his brother
Had a piece of the globe, every continent Yo, there's Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan Pakistan, America, Afghanistan Yo, there's Protestants, Jews, Blacks
good, too much thug in 'em Probably end up back of the hood, I'm like '**** it then' Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then Though you was nothin' other
our own roads to ride and chances we gotta take We stood side by side each one fightin' for the other We said until we died we'd always be blood brothers
night the fiend's dance on Grease with John Travolta One got slaughtered as he coughed blood from his mouth The other tried to duck and caught a left with my Guiness Stout Brother brother
Amish paradise We sell quilts at discount price, living in an Amish paradise A local boy kicked me in the butt last week I just smiled at him, and I turned the other
his tooly on the front seat Continued his mission, as he headed down the street The kids was just starin' at each other J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother
your son's sick Don't watch me get gunned down for the dumb shit Then the gun click and now I see the other side of black space My last day, sad case
hate killin' off my own kind I gotta be a man and as a man I'm a defend mine My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace Don't fight each other
figured out If you gotta kill a bitch, let her brain out Have no mercy when you jack Just the whole motherfuckin family in the black Fuck a five-oh, you gotta bail out Or your black
away You know where I come from The place where your fate is a mic or a bull or a dum dum A jail cell a pine box and brothers is dumb young, young boys
you'd come dancin' like a fool Shuffle step, you funky mother Come to me, all warm as covers Rest with me, my lovely brother For you, see, there is no other
chicka-Lonnie Lynn Began, began with time Bein' my bloodline is one with the divine In time brotha, you will discover the light Some say that God is black
(Common) In the Spirit of God. In the Spirit of the Ancestors. In the Spirit of the Black Panthers. In the Spirit of Assata Shakur. We make this movement
I side with the Southside Niggas be outside with they hat cocked I'm telling you, check it out I rock the black block I rock the black blocks all over
black block of niggas that rock they hat cock I'm real like a fight with my rap, rappers I slapbox Back I got my rap, now get your glock out the black
by the stockyard Butchers with aprons, hack meat in the snow Blood has the brothers pulsing with envy Heading for the finish line Two rented brothers