Brotherly Love by Taalam Acey Lyrics
[Verse 1: Taalam Acey]
Blasted out of my sleep, six o'clock in the morning
Some maniac outside leaning on his carhorn,/
gotta go outside and teach him the proper etiquette
Neighborhood already bad enough, can't let it get any worse than it already is
Y'all hear me? Y'all hear me??
I need my sleep, that's the only time on this planet that I ever get any peace
I tried that college thing, on that American Dream shit/
Yet I still live on the same street that I grew up on,/
Them same streets that I grew tough on
My mother hoped I would surpass, at least hit middle class/
But yet I'm still stuck on that same mentality
And all those years of college, ain't even challenge me
But when I graduated, life was right there/
To put a degree in my hands, and a foot on my chest
And here I am, dressed in my pajamas--no slippers/
About to run outside and rip the backbone out this fool
Ain't got nothing to show for all those years of school/
But...bad credit and even worse decisions
And I live on a neighborhood where people buy food on credit
So they finance, but they don't just take,
And they're making payments on food that they already ate
And when they see me on they street,/
They're looking at me like they're about to break
And I'm snatching open this door like I'm about to break
And I see my best friend
And he's sitting in a minivan with four of those child-carseats/
And he's looking at me with a gun in his hand
It's like I can hear his heart beating
And with his other hand, he takes a swig of liquor from a bottle of scotch/
Pops the door locks like "get in nigga"
Moves the picture of his children off the carseat with a gun,/
And throws them in the glove-box
And it's like everything stops
And we drive, and we drive, and we drive until we get to the part of town/
Where it looks like the American Dream is still alive
And in my mind, I'm playing [?] and I'm looking/
out the window in the passenger side
And it's like, someone's scratching their fingernails along my bones/
As I feel this grown man cry
And I wonder if he knows that tens of millions of people in this country/
Are depressed but using alcohol and drugs to remain in denial
And I wonder if he knows there's a suicidal tendency/
Hiding behind almost every smile
And no matter how many times they go back to school,/
Or how many jobs they work simultaneously/
can never seem to change their lifestyle
But somehow, they convince themselves/
that it will be different for their children
And eventually, they'll realize that's a fantasy/
But they need something to believe in until then
And him, he just wants to be a father to his children
But sometimes y'all, after all the love is gone,/
Children become pawns in a relationship
And his relationship with his children is the vehicle/
But his ex-wife chooses to take out her frustrations with him
And if he's just one day late on a child support, she reports it to the courts
And what's driving him crazy is yesterday, he just got laid off
Now thirty-days ago, her and the kids just moved in with a new man/
Who drives a range rover, and plays golf
And that's a year ago from the day, that my best friend had to go to jail/
For making her last boyfriend stop telling/
the children that their father was soft
And right now, he feels like everything's lost
That's why I'm glad he came to me to give me/
this opportunity to put a few thoughts across
And you see that all day, and all night we talked
And I tell him, a man is judged by what's in his soul/
And what's in his heart, and not just what's in his pockets
I tell him, me and him are friends/
through think and thin and that if he's in pain,/
We need to put our brains, time, and money together to stop it
I tell him, if the fact that you don't have a lot of money is a problem/
then instead of getting fed up, what you need to do is wake up
And like Moses and Jacob, whenever we get together just find new ways to profit
Because in my eyes, our friendship is how we live and how we die
And don't think that even for a second that I would ever let you slide
And now, what I'm about to say, I want you to listen/
To with all your pride and sexuality inside
Because with God as my guide, like my own self, I love you.
Blasted out of my sleep, six o'clock in the morning
Some maniac outside leaning on his carhorn,/
gotta go outside and teach him the proper etiquette
Neighborhood already bad enough, can't let it get any worse than it already is
Y'all hear me? Y'all hear me??
I need my sleep, that's the only time on this planet that I ever get any peace
I tried that college thing, on that American Dream shit/
Yet I still live on the same street that I grew up on,/
Them same streets that I grew tough on
My mother hoped I would surpass, at least hit middle class/
But yet I'm still stuck on that same mentality
And all those years of college, ain't even challenge me
But when I graduated, life was right there/
To put a degree in my hands, and a foot on my chest
And here I am, dressed in my pajamas--no slippers/
About to run outside and rip the backbone out this fool
Ain't got nothing to show for all those years of school/
But...bad credit and even worse decisions
And I live on a neighborhood where people buy food on credit
So they finance, but they don't just take,
And they're making payments on food that they already ate
And when they see me on they street,/
They're looking at me like they're about to break
And I'm snatching open this door like I'm about to break
And I see my best friend
And he's sitting in a minivan with four of those child-carseats/
And he's looking at me with a gun in his hand
It's like I can hear his heart beating
And with his other hand, he takes a swig of liquor from a bottle of scotch/
Pops the door locks like "get in nigga"
Moves the picture of his children off the carseat with a gun,/
And throws them in the glove-box
And it's like everything stops
And we drive, and we drive, and we drive until we get to the part of town/
Where it looks like the American Dream is still alive
And in my mind, I'm playing [?] and I'm looking/
out the window in the passenger side
And it's like, someone's scratching their fingernails along my bones/
As I feel this grown man cry
And I wonder if he knows that tens of millions of people in this country/
Are depressed but using alcohol and drugs to remain in denial
And I wonder if he knows there's a suicidal tendency/
Hiding behind almost every smile
And no matter how many times they go back to school,/
Or how many jobs they work simultaneously/
can never seem to change their lifestyle
But somehow, they convince themselves/
that it will be different for their children
And eventually, they'll realize that's a fantasy/
But they need something to believe in until then
And him, he just wants to be a father to his children
But sometimes y'all, after all the love is gone,/
Children become pawns in a relationship
And his relationship with his children is the vehicle/
But his ex-wife chooses to take out her frustrations with him
And if he's just one day late on a child support, she reports it to the courts
And what's driving him crazy is yesterday, he just got laid off
Now thirty-days ago, her and the kids just moved in with a new man/
Who drives a range rover, and plays golf
And that's a year ago from the day, that my best friend had to go to jail/
For making her last boyfriend stop telling/
the children that their father was soft
And right now, he feels like everything's lost
That's why I'm glad he came to me to give me/
this opportunity to put a few thoughts across
And you see that all day, and all night we talked
And I tell him, a man is judged by what's in his soul/
And what's in his heart, and not just what's in his pockets
I tell him, me and him are friends/
through think and thin and that if he's in pain,/
We need to put our brains, time, and money together to stop it
I tell him, if the fact that you don't have a lot of money is a problem/
then instead of getting fed up, what you need to do is wake up
And like Moses and Jacob, whenever we get together just find new ways to profit
Because in my eyes, our friendship is how we live and how we die
And don't think that even for a second that I would ever let you slide
And now, what I'm about to say, I want you to listen/
To with all your pride and sexuality inside
Because with God as my guide, like my own self, I love you.