While we may not have the same father or mother
I mean what I say when I Call you my brother
We may be quite different, but we're also the same
We both look like Africa, thought I carry the White man's name
We are different hues of brown, and have different kinks in our hair
We got those Jackson 5 nostrils to help breathe in God's air
WE're from the same city, same school, same hood
In the morning you say, "Blessings!", I answer with, "What's good!"
I talk about my husband, you tell me about your wife
We both know that love is essential to life
I read from the Bible, you recite a Sura or two
But our God is unchanging, Allah is always true
While you prayed that your words not fall on deaf ears
I was praying for a sign, and waiting to hear
You teach me about law, how to set ourselves free
I teach you about the Ancestors and our storied history
Sometimes we bump heads, and don't always agree
But I have respect for you and I know you respect me
We've claimed us a table, and break bread from our trays
But it's only short time, and I'm counting the days
Until we're both free and back out in the world
Where I can kiss my mama, and you can hug your baby girl
But until that day comes, we need to depend on each other
'Cause in here, you alone, do I refer to as "My Brother."
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