Tekster:
The Righteous Brothers Peace Brother Peace

Hey, brother Christian with your high and mighty errand Your actions speak so loud, I can't hear a word you're saying Hey, sister bleeding heart with

that day Yeah, you sound like an old bitch nagging Fuck that fronting, fuck that fronting We're pumping up the brothers 'cause the brothers keep it pumping

fore proven innocent Nine, black juries when our brothers are tried in court And in addition to all his we want Ten, land bread and housing and education Clothing justice and peace

Peace to all the hip cats, all the Nappy Sweets This is the Brother Question, broadcasting live Via satellite from the Never Never Tunnels Now dig the

of every righteous man lets fight this plan of a other man waxin thoughts of a brother man satans waitin for us to be hatin each other sister brother

still to come, it seems strange I was much more iller young but things change Tryin' to grow old, so many sights to see Told it never fold just more righteously

from here? Wherever if baby [Bizzy Bone] Let nothin break your loyalty cause loyalty be royalty Gather up your people we be congregatin, toiling Soiling, diggin deeper watchin the speaker Righteousness

your eyes open, never rock yourself to sleep Love to the East, let the dead rest in peace Chorus (x2) Outro: Monifa We gotta do, what we gotta do Brothers

got my man Loafy in the house. My boy Chris My brother Lo-Dogg, My brother Fry My lady, T., My brother Sean in the place. Yo what's up. Got my brother