He Was My Brother
He was my brotherFive years older than IHe was my brotherTwenty-three years old the day he died
Freedom writer1They cursed my brother to his faceGo home outsiderThis town's2 gonna be your buryin' place
He was singin' on his kneesAn angry mob trailed alongThey shot my brother deadBecause he hated what was wrong
He was my brotherTears can't bring him back to meHe was my brotherAnd he died so his brothers could be freeHe died so his brothers could be free