I asked my mother why do you cry
she said your brother had... he just died
Well I told him not to go outside
he said he had to fight for his country's right
But don't you know that mo-mother
don't you know that we can't stop the violence, no
Because the war is not over
until you can feel love, peace, and hear silence
But I smell gunpowder (pow)
my brother's been dead ever since

*A dedication to all the refugees Worldwide, one time*

Say say say I remember when we used to sit
In a government yard in brooklyn
Oba oba-servin the crookedness
as they mingled wit tha good people we meet
good friends weve had, oh good friends weve lost
along the waaaaayyy
in the this great futur
you cant forget your past
so dry youre tears i say
to my peeps who passed away

No woman no cry