[Verse] He was my brother Five years older than I He was my brother Twentythree years old the day he died Freedom writer They cursed my brother to his face Go home outsider This towns gonna be your burying place He was singing on his knees An angry mob trailed along They shot my brother dead Because he hated what was wrong He was my brother Tears cant bring him back to me He was my brother And he died so his brothers could be free He died so his brothers could be free
brother, died, trailed, twentythree, outsider