How Can You Call Yourself A Brotha?

Lawrence Watson

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Chorus

How can you call yourself a brotha

when you're out there doggin’ the sistas?

Having babies one after the other

and you don't give a!

 

Verse 1

What’s happened to us,

where have all good men gone?

Proud strong standing kings,

afraid of no-one.

Have we just given up?

Was the struggle too tough?

Yes they sold us like beast and they counted our teeth.

But we never gave up so let’s get out this rut and stand.

 

Chorus

How can you call yourself a brotha

when you're out there doggin’ the sistas?

Having babies one after the other

and you don't give a dime to their mothers!

 

Verse 2

We’ve got to erase all the hate that we've embraced.

It’s not hard to do but we need you.

It takes sacrifice to clean up your life.

I'm not blaming the victim.

We must fight the system.

It takes all to succeed.

Every brother we need to stand and be a man.

 

Chorus

How can you call yourself a brotha

when you're out there doggin’ the sistas?

Having babies one after the other

and you don't give a dime to their mothers!

 

Bridge

Stop thinking with your loins.

It’s time to change your ways.

There’s a brighter day!

Brotha don't delay.

You need to be renewed.

There’s so much more to do.

 

How can you call yourself a brotha

when you're out there doggin’ the sistas?

Having babies one after the other

and you don't give a dime to their mothers!

 

Sista...... I know you've been burned

and now you think it your turn.

You say there are no men

and all brothas, you condemn.

 

Well you’re not Cinderella.

Deal with our dilemma

we must stick together

and learn to be partners and stand just like a man and a women.

 

Chorus

How can you call yourself a brotha

when you're out there doggin’ the sistas?

Having babies one after the other

and you don't give a dime to their mothers!

How can you call yourself a brotha

when you're out there doggin’ the sistas?

Having babies one after the other

and you don't give a dime to their mothers!

 

Outro

Walk in our streets with a chip on your shoulder.

Corporate Negroes don't care about one another.

Sunday preachers, lying at the altar.

PhD’s with their butts on the shoulders.

 

Can you really? You really call yourself a brotha?

Can really call, yourself? Call yourself a brotha?

You won't buy black can't work for a sista. Alter your features,

so you can look like “the others.”

You complain but to vote is a bother.

Can you really? You really call yourself a brotha?

Can really call, yourself? Call yourself a brotha?