paroles de chanson Tous Treis Adelfous - MeatSpady

It's so mother fucking soulful man
It's so mother fucking soulful man

To CMB
On and on
Am I my brother's keeper?
Yes, I am
Am I my brother's keeper?
Yes, I am
Am I my brother's keeper?
Yes, I am
Yes, I am

I went from gutter to gutter to cooking up butter
To my own crib from one bed with both of my brothers
No heat, cold nights tug-a-war for the covers
Until I discover the facts I'm better than that
Middle room rolling hills you was showing me rap
Basement Norristown you was showing me crack
I'm like fuck what I did I was happy being with my brother
Ain't wanna leave ain't know the next time we would see each other
Growing up you was my idol ain't no doubt about it
But once you left I had nobody I could do without it
Ain't have nobody there to teach me how to fight then
You was reason that I wish that I was light skinned
Nobody teaching me bout condoms and such and such
So by the time I started fucking I was fucking up
I couldn't hate you for decisions that you made though
But when you play against your brother that's how the game go

None lives forever brother
And nothing lasts for long
Keep that in mind and rejoice
Our life is not the one old burden
Our path is not the one long journey
One sole poet has not to sing one aged song
The flower fades and dies
But he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it forever

We used to rumble everyday that's no exaggeration
Through competition that's how you showed your infatuation
My younger brother was my shadow and I couldn't shake him
He never did would I wanted and I just couldn't make him
All them times out in public I embarrassed ya
Hoping that one day it would help build up you with your character
I never met no harm your life was not a game
And all them one on ones wit you they was not in vain
Look you got some issues with the truth can't tell it or take it
But you responsible for you your life is what you make it
You got your own plans and you your own man
So I ain't criticizing but ain't holding hands
Aw man this shit is tough
Cause everything I want for you I wanted for myself
You one of them McBride boys and Bruce didn't play
If he showed us anything then he showed us the way that's all I gotta say

There is not time for us to clasp a thing
And crush it and fling it away to the dust
The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts
Our life is short, it yields but a few days for love
Were it for work and drudgery it would be endlessly long
My Brother, keep that in mind and rejoice
Beauty is sweet to us, because she dances to the same fleeting tune with our lives
Knowledge is precious to us, because we shall never have time to complete it
All is done and finished in the eternal heaven
But earth's flowers of illusion are kept eternally fresh by death
My brother, keep that in mind and rejoice