(feat. Carlitta Durand) [piano for 22 seconds before static breaks in] Are we back on? Let's go (One, two, three, four!) Yo, yo, back in it, back in
Traduzione: Little Brother. Sirene.
Rest in peace, you still here [Fre] Yo, I'm in a brownstone singin like Brownstone Bird's eye view wit the bodega Know Omega like Rakim Thinkin about brother
through the neighborhood Sweatin their brother tryin to see why he's doin good (sounds of sirens) Rollin through the park tryin to make another hit Little
she felt At the precinct when a pre-teen was spotted at the scene Came up with the green, not a cop could intervene [Mother] Listen here, you little
my own homicide in, I got away click click in the nick of time, His clip drop down, he start signifyin, You a bitch Cash run with ya bitch ass, Heard sirens
broken dishes The moon asked the crow For a little show In the hazy milk of twilight No one had to know The moon asked the crow For a little show In
is your best friend And everyday a nigga got up was a blessing I move through these streets not knowing who I can trust Cause last year, somebody finished my brother
ago, when people wore pajamas and lived life slow When laws were stern and justice stood, and people were behavin' like they ought to: good There was a little
mother lord, son he got me hurt You still fuckin' shorty? I knew it The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my balls out Her little brother wanted two bricks
of pines Remote, mixed voices The voice of the mother, of the friend, of the daughter, of the brother, of the lover of the siren of the ship White clothes
Hoodlum] There was a brother in the Bridge, Richie Lou Beaten to death by the red, white and blue I can still hear the siren, and I hate it Headlines
saw the judge, he was a brother He said, "How do you plead?" I said, "Not guilty, motherfucker!" Then I got kicked out of court, sent to the Island where they got all of these young brothers
or dope When chronic was burnin and everything was all good And people were behavin hella bad in the hood There lived a little boy who was misled By another little
Amadou Diallo Rest in peace, you still here [Fre] Yo, I'm in a brownstone singin like Brownstone Bird's eye view wit the bodega Know Omega like Rakim Thinkin about brother
call life Dubbed without grief, took him out that night Some'll ask why, ma say they hate the look in his eyes Like the child, little omen, they want
each other For the love of money, people will steal from their mother For the love of money, people will kill their own brother.. Now everytime I hear a fuckin siren
