Wait a minute, I had my money all type of business
Brother's all gone to glory
It's too late for him to tell his story
The streets took over
Claimed another soldier
And his body lays colder
His fatherless kids grow colder and bolder

Ooh, I think I seen it on the news
What am I to do?
Brothers dyin' from the blues
Send us someone with a song where we could sing along
Fill us all with a spirit where we could carry on

Skinny Billy
They used to call him good and plenty
Brother had hustle for hours
Sellin' dope in hope for power
These people watching, set him up and took his stash
Neighborhood is crashin' for cash
Slow ridin' now and spreadin' ashes

Ooh, I think I seen it on the news
What am I to do?
Brothers dyin' from the blues
Send us someone with a song where we could sing along
Fill us all with a spirit where we could carry on

Today on the news, someone lost his life tryin' to make a move
Now left his family here to sing the blues
Lord send us a savior, send us a savior, send us a savior

Ooh, I think I seen it on the news
What am I to do?
Brothers dyin' from the blues
Send us someone with a song where we could sing along
Fill us all with a spirit where we could carry on

Send us a savior
With the children of God
One who the most survivalistic enough to cover me
Only it's his name, the one that I know
One who the moments people listen enough to cover me
Brothers gon' work it out

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Anthony Cornelius Hamilton, Mark Christopher Batson