I'm here for the family,
I'm a member, I'm a blood-brother;
Shots fired, bullets everywhere,
Defending life and liberty, defending one another.
One is dead, and then someone closer,
Is this war in America any different than Iraq?
When an innocent grandma lies dead,
When pure blood is spilled in a gang attack?
I had an older brother give his life,
He died, and then I felt I must get revenge;
I loved him, he was my idol,
But is it a coward, who is frightened, who now dares cringe?
