Laulunsanoja:
Little Brother Africa

brothers in Africa got 4 wives y'all both fine want me to just one, on the under maybe y'all two could do a little something something Cause i don't

porridge Me and my cousin used to play Mel & Kim Practising dancin' Coming down the stairs and ting I touched Africa and came back darker Knowing myself Feeling my roots a little

a look in a Africa, take a look in a Africa Way over in Ethiopia (Take a look in a Africa, take a look in a Africa) When my little brother wake He have

[Hard Black] Peep the math Mau Mau be about land and freedom Reperation and apologies, for Africa to America oddesseys Guerilla-type tactics on them

and crone their dreams By the time I was seven my mom left my pop Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers, New York Then my mom remarried, had my little brother

bag of some sort Life is short, white meat is quickly caught A scuffle, a muffle, yet none of us hesitated Like Mother Africa, white meat is violated We quickly disappear like Santa's little

and signed the dotted line He could feel it in his stomach, he signed away his life Little boy who once was the leader of his class The little source

crowd A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass Girls, today don't wear no bras Little John

to the master and i Throws crazy blows and they knows I be plasterin All across the room on the ceilings and the walls to Punk little suckers didn't know