Album : ROOTS EXPERIENCE.

MY BROTHERS.

A smoking hill of coal
In the place of the pot of gold
A mother, torn apart by violence
With her children to behold
The promises made were all broken
The words to ease our soul were always left unspoken
let us remenber the trouble of old
To keep us together and make us whole

Oh my brothers, thru, together we were
Oh my brothers, thru, together we are

Born in a rotten world
Born in a strange dark place
We must suffer illusion to day, so tomorrow
We will know how to find the right way
People on the earth
Don't let the rulers corrupt your faith
Stop playing game of hyppocrisy
Make sur you give your love away

Oh my brothers, thru, together we were
Oh my brothers, thru, together we are

But here the view from my window is only
The cold concrete like gravestone
On the corner of the ghetto our brothers
And sisters are left in the street
People on the earth
Don't let the rulers corrupt your faith
Stop playing game of hypocrisy
Make sur you give your love away

Oh my brothers, thru, together we were
Oh my brothers, thru, together we are
Dont let the rulers.



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