of this thing at work called cynicism And I'm tired of hearing twisted thoughts with bent expressions I see no reason to be brother's keeper 'cause at this point all I need is something more
In fact, this could be hard for me it could take everything my spirit, mind and body can endure The cynic in me tried to cheat A pathetic excuse that deceived me can't let it lead me Just a lie - the biggest ever.
I saw that man on the street with empty eyes Not a soul stopped and said a word to him My thoughts: 'Don't get involved, its not safe, I'm late for work, he'll just ask for money'
Brother's Keeper Brother's Keeper
How much proof do I need? How much evidence will it take to shake me down to the core? But when its my life at stake? See, that's different now- Its priority -now I care.
Brother's Keeper
Just act now brother's keeper Don't complain - mama's sleeper Be a father - not a weeper Get off my soap box Don't want to be a creeper brother's keeper.
Just look around me brother's keeper standing still 'til we meet the reaper? No chance of boredom mama's sleeper way too much work to do brother's keeper
The brutal cold from Yugoslavia cools the mist of death in Macedonia while the hunger pains in Africa I just plant my flag in 'absentia'
(repeat chorus)
I need something to do something real It might pay me back a hundred times and it might not My cynic inside screams I know pay back's a bitch My thought respond with just a whisper 'Can't listen to my cynic - least of all my cynic'.
I need something to do something real It might pay me back a hundred times and it might not I sure as hell am my brother's keeper might as well be my brother's keeper At least I figured out that much 'can't listen to my cynic - least of all my cynic'.
Compositor: Trent Rigel Gardner ECAD: Obra #11707361