Lyrics

Some say all men are brothas but for ME it's not enough The stork really must have gotten it all screwed up it You say you're walkin' on the clouds But don't you see the sky is falling It's rainin' men hallelujah! Brudda brudda man brudda man brudda man Now you're givin' ME the blues cuz your groove won't expand As I look for the relationship I'm standing in the sunlight But all you do is dwell on a moonless night Blues Blues Blues Brothahood Blues Blues Blues Brothahood Funky funky grooves funky grooves funky grooves Hear it comin' from the soul that is cryin' this blues "We all are brothas"' well now say how can it be You're tryin' to tеll ME that I've got a fucked up family My sister is a junkiе and my brudda is rapist A racist a murderer my family cannot take it If you really are my brudda I'm gonna go and tell mom Ln the eye of the storm no calm Blues Blues Blues Brothahood You're not my brotha Blues Blues Blues Brothahood We don't have the same father or mother Blues Blues Blues Brolhahood You're NOT MY BROTHA brotha Talk about brothahood So now you listen to the sermon and the vibe was good But when you think about environmental polluters Are they your brothas Now ask yourself are you related to the crack dealers Oh no not the ME PHI ME Now you got my family cryin' bah bah blacksheep From greed and hate and evil men do to each other Not My Brotha Blues Blues Blues Brotha­hood No Not My Brotha Blues Blues Blues Brothahood No Not My Brotha If all men are brothas rather rich or poor My brotha my brotha tell ME what's the gun for You don't commit violence on your brotha I say you got to end this But then it's no family resemblance Are you sure you are my brotha Well I think that you are not Well why do you persecute ME constantly When you read of politicians dope dealers and liars and cheaters and suckers He's NOT MY BROTHA