Dear Brother - Nahko and Medicine For The People, Xiuhtezcatl

Dear brother

When you gonna call back your mother?

She thinks you’re sleeping in the gutter

We both know you can do better

When you gonna write your older brother?

A letter

Hey man I miss you, gettin my shit together

And for the record

I wrote this note as a reminder

Hermano mio there’s a future

We can believe in

It’s gonna take more than songs of justice and freedom

There’s a furture, we can believe in

Gonna take more than songs of justice and freedom

Freedom!

Yeah

If you’re thinking, about leaving

Hold my hand, understand this too can be a kingdom

Blessed

And when the rain comes

Put your hands in the dirt, baba this is where you came from

This is where you came from

This is where you came from

This is where you came from

Systems broken no fucks given

Wealthy people living off the backs of the broken

Dreams of America

Dreams of America

Need a pipe carrier

Let me smudge you off so the vision can get clearer

Your mothers crying boy can you hear her?

What I see, in you

A young tree bearing fruit

Place to start

Don’t hide behind your heart

You gotta put down the weight

You gotta get out of your way

You gotta put down the weight

You gotta get out of your way

Dear lover

You can find me on the front lines covered

In the blood and tears of another

Brother, sister, mother

Revolutions being broadcast on Facebook and Twitter

There’s a noise

I can hear it when the megaphone roars

Wipe the tears from this tear gas choice

We have a choice

Stand in front of your fear, baby, time to find your voice

It’s a story

A love story

We can believe in

Death, birth, your life’s worth is trending

It’s a story

A love story

How vain are we to expect a happy ending?

I got my hands up

Follow directions still they shoot us

I’m fucking sick and tired of no justice

No peace

Promise me I’ll never pick your body off the streets

We’re all taking heat here

The trust is broken I don’t get these police

Disenfranchised step in to a new life

Maybe if you listen to the wind there’s a war cry

Peace in America

Peace in America

Be decent America

I’m begging you

What I see, in you

A young tree bearing fruit

Place to start

Don’t stand behind your heart

You gotta put down the weight

You gotta get out of your way

You gotta put down the weight

You gotta get out of your way