.He was my brother>
Five years older than I
He was my brother>
Twenty-three years old the day he died
Freedom writer>
They cursed my brother to his face
"Go home, outsider>
This town's gonna be your buryin' place"
He was singin' on his knees
An angry mob trai.
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