Cheryl Boyce-Taylor, Angela Winbush - Round Irving High School lyrics
[Cheryl Boyce-Taylor, Angela Winbush - Round Irving High School lyrics]
Marijuana joints makes circles
Hand to hand like a collection played
Brother to brother, brother to brother
How the urban animal bleats
Shoulder bump, shoulder kissing
Mouth hiss, hissing, when they meet
Palms slapping 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 beadеd afro curls
Not, not, not another stereotypic brothеr
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
Yes, 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
Woah
I'll, woah
I'll see you on the other side
Yeah
Like, like
Go 'head, like what?
Huh, 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
But it didn't sound like me, though
How come it didn't sound like you?
Huh?
I thought it sounded like you
And it was funny
What?
It was funny when they were
When I was talking on the, uh, um
I was talking on it
I was
Is everything coming out?
Yeah, no, I did
Hand to hand like a collection played
Brother to brother, brother to brother
How the urban animal bleats
Shoulder bump, shoulder kissing
Mouth hiss, hissing, when they meet
Palms slapping 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 beadеd afro curls
Not, not, not another stereotypic brothеr
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
Yes, 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
Woah
I'll, woah
I'll see you on the other side
Yeah
Like, like
Go 'head, like what?
Huh, 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
But it didn't sound like me, though
How come it didn't sound like you?
Huh?
I thought it sounded like you
And it was funny
What?
It was funny when they were
When I was talking on the, uh, um
I was talking on it
I was
Is everything coming out?
Yeah, no, I did