Six Pack
 

He poor bugga black fella
What he do wrong?
You walk along street an
He come up an say
-Hey bruz, you buy
Me six pack?
And you white fella
You scared
You know the rules
This fella drunk already
He already had six pack
But he have the money in his hand
In his lovely black hand
But you have to say
No
You get in the shit with
The cops
With the elders too
You wanna buy six pack
You wanna buy slab
And moselle
All this happen in no time at all
And you say
-Sorry brother.

He understands......
His eyes they sink
And your shoulders they droop
You feel bad
He feel bad
You walk away
You don't feel proud like
You doin him good
You feel like you betray him
You call him brother
He call you bruz

How long can this last?

 

13 Sep 1997