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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 From Letras Mania