More songs by Ady Suleiman
Description
Producer: Miles James
Sound recording: Christoph Skirl
Mixed by: Russell Elevado
Mastering: Dick Beetham (360 Mastering)
Lyrics and translation
Original
Father , time is right.
Not a man to hurt you , not a man to cry.
You're my father , I know it's right.
Not a man to hurt you , not a man to cry.
Yeah,
I'm hurting deep inside.
I don't wanna cry no more, cry no more, sing.
Trying to be the best in life.
He don't get to try no more, try no more, sing.
How many mothers lost their sons to the barrel of these guns?
Shot down when and ons, taken from their loving arms.
Police, they are obsessed, brutally oppressed.
Demonized in the press, well, look at what the system does.
I don't wanna live my whole life where the balance on one side.
If you're white, see green lights, whoa.
Politicians spin their web of lies.
Catching men like flies, can't breathe, breathe, sing.
I don't wanna fear no more, don't wanna live like this no more.
Kick in the door, if you wanna be caught dying. We're the prisoners of war, divide and conquer.
How am I gonna show some love? They just wanna see me hung.
How am I gonna show some love when they just wanna see us gone? Brother,
I love you, oh.
Not a sword against you, don't wanna see you die.
You're my brother, it's not right.
Tired of seeing you murdered, tired of standing by.
Ooh, where's the loving?
I ain't seen no love for days. If you wanna run, they're gonna chase.
Know a torn up in your face.
They say they got rid of it all, as if it don't exist no more.
Well, yeah, fall to the apple of the eye. Caught on cameras passing by.
Take your life in broad daylight. How many others out of sight? I ain't got love no more, more, more.
Share with my chest, I'm raw, raw, raw.
No wonder I'm depressed, I la, la, la, la, lie.
I want a world of love.
Brother,
I love you, oh.
Not a sword against you, don't wanna see you die.
You're my brother, it's not right.
Tired of seeing you murdered, tired of standing by.
I'm tired, so tired of this world.
Stop killing my people.
Oh, Father, what is this world?
All this hurt.
I'm tired, so tired of this world.
Stop killing my people.
Oh, Father, why are we so hateful?