Mano

Brother!
Where are you going with your head?
Better stop before something happens to you
Statistically, I know how it will end
That's why I came to advise you

Brother!
Drop that rifle and come talk to me
I didn't want you to lead a criminal life
Why so many guns, grenades, and AKs?
I feel like crying

My brother
My mother sent a message to you
She's missing you so much
And asked to remember that at the age of 10
You promised you would never hurt us

The hill respects your condition
But here speaks the voice of the heart

You may be on the wrong side, discriminated against
But you're my brother!
You may be a criminal and forget your past
But you're my brother!
You may be labeled as a hustler, reckless
But you're my brother!
My blood's blood messed up, brought me pain
But you're my brother