[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