
He was my brotherFive years older than IHe was my brotherTwenty-three years old the day he diedFreedom writerThey cursed my brother to his faceGo home outsiderThis towns gonna be your buryin placeHe was singin on his kneesAn angry mob trailed alongThey shot my brother deadBecause he hated what w
Freedom writer
They cursed my brother to his face
Go home outsider
This town's gonna be your buryin' place
He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trailed along
They shot my brother dead
Because he hated what was wrong
He was my brother
Tears can't 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
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