Brother,brother what can I do?   Brother,brother I don't even know you   Brother,brother I have never met you   Brother,brother I can still feel your pain   Brother,brother what can I do?   I was standing right next to you   I know that it's not quite the same, but the tears that are falling are for your name-   my mom and dad - they can't understand   they know more than I ever can   I just know by seeing through them that I have to stand up a be a man.      I am smarter now, I am stronger now, violence is an awful thing and I say      Television hosts take charge of the time   discussions make sence not all the time   journalist asks a young black female what she thinks of the Korean race   she then replies that they're no good   he asks her why what did they do?   She shruggs her shoulders she does not know   this brings me down and I feel sorrow