Brother, Brother

Brother, brother what can I do?
 Brother, brother I don't even know you
 Brother, brother I have never met you
 Brother, brother I can still feel your pain
 Brother, brother what can I do?
 I was standing right next to you
 I know that it's not quite the same, but the tears that are falling are for your name-
 my mom and dad - they can't understand
 they know more than I ever can
 I just know by seeing through them that I have to stand up a be a man.
 I am smarter now, I am stronger now, violence is an awful thing and I say
 Television hosts take charge of the time
 discussions make sence not all the time
 journalist asks a young black female what she thinks of the Korean race
 she then replies that they're no good
 he asks her why what did they do?
 She shruggs her shoulders she does not know
 this brings me down and I feel sorrow