[Verse 1: Cheryl Boyce-Taylor]
Marijuana joints makes circles
Hand to hand, like a collection played
Brother to brother, brother to brother
How the urban animal bleeds
Shoulder bump, shoulder kissing
Mouth kiss, hissing, when they meet
Palms [?] back, back, back into numbers
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 [?] the words
And even when a deceitful wind blows
Messing up your tightly ditted afro curls
Not, not, not another stereotypic brother
With a .40 on his hand
You ignite thе riddle
Phife was the bluеs, hip-hop and hot jazz
There's a girl in the house, she's a Winbush
[Chorus: 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
Fly my angel, hmm
I will always hold you close, yeah
You're my soul
Yes I'll see you on the other side
Brother to brother, soul to mother
So I'll see you on the other side, yeah
Brother to brother, soul to mother
See you on the other side, yeah
[Verse 2: Cheryl Boyce-Taylor]
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 [?] 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
[Bridge: Angela Winbush]
'Fore I, 'fore I see you on the other side, yeah
[Outro]
I heard you