My sons, my sons are killing
And on the run.
My son, my sons, your mother’s cry
You cannot begin to realize the way
You bring tears and heartbreak to their eyes
Please stop, says your mother!
Please stop says your brother!
Please stop says your father!
When will you stop this crazy mime
Black-on-black crime is not a rhyme.
Where did it start brother killing brother?
When will it stop
This black-on-black crime.
A mother’s son
Killing another mother’s son
And on the run
Running towards the black sun
Steady on the run
Carrying that gun
Killing some mother’s son
When will you stop this crazy mime
Black-on-black crime is not a rhyme.
Where did it start brother killing brother?
No matter when it started the question is?
“What have you done?
The voice of your brother’s blood
is crying out to Me from the ground (Genesis 4:10).
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