Round Irving High School

Marijuana joints makes circles Hand to hand like a collection plate Brother to brother, brother to brother How the urban animal bleets Shoulder bump, shoulder kissing Mouth hiss, hissing, when they meet Palms slapping languid days back, back, back into numbness When they don't, don't, don't give a damn about no one Nothing shakes you, my son They say in New York City Children carry broken glass under their fingernails Box cutters in their teeth You enter tempering with the words And even when a deceitful wind blows Messing up your tightly beaded afro curls Not, not, not another stereotypic brother with a 40 in his hand You ignite the riddle Phife was the blues, hip hop and hot jazz Haha, Bajan girl in the house, Angela Winbush You're my angel It's so hard to say goodbye 'Cause I love you So I'll see you on the other side, yeah (other side, other side) Fly, fly, angel, hmm I will always hold you close, yeah You're my soul, uh So I'll see you on the other side, yeah (other side, other side) Brother to brother, son to mother So I'll see you on the other side, yeah Brother to brother, son to mother, ooh See you on the other side, yeah And I'd rather listen to you than James Brown 'Cause you be real, loud, black and proud Carrying your love way down far so that only I could see And I love that sly smile Just like I loved your daddy's Your hand holding flowers not guns And everything, everything, everything about you Makes me proud to call you mine Microphone has been checked, one I love you Mom Whoa, I, whoa I See you on the other side, yeah Like, like Go 'head, like what? Ha, like, like that How did, how did it sound like that? Like what, honey? Like, um It, you-, it said, it said It was me and you I heard you and me (you did?) It didn't sound like me, though How come it didn't sound like you? Mhm (I though it sounded like you) And it was funny (what?) It was funny when the-, when I was talking on it Ah, um, I was talking on it, I was- (Is, is your tooth coming out) yeah, no, ah, yeah