Brother Ali - Live From the Chippie Bun Club lyrics

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Brother Ali - Live From the Chippie Bun Club lyrics

* originally from Mr. Dibbs' album "Thirty Seven" [Intro] Comin' to the stage right about now We got this crazy son of b**h named uh, by the name of Mr. Dibbs Go on put something on [Verse One] Served 18 months out in World War II European theater for the red, white & blue He watched from the deck with what remained of his crew As his home finally came into view And the segregated Army had made him a Sargent He came back hard and lookin' like a wood carvin' Bobby Green, in all his magnificence Embraced his young bride, she felt so innocent He try to sleep but he had chest murmurs And wake up and at night tryin' to bayonet Germans She would ask him but all he'd tell Is they ain't never lie when they'd said "War is hell" She didn't need to hear about the fires and bombs And how his young friends used to die in his arms Man, he wouldn't even know where to start He kept a photograph in a pocket over his heart But he could k** strangers with the best of 'em Every last colored solider got nothing but respect for him He came home, it's like he ain't even grown Rent rooms, he ain't even got a place of his own Missed his daddy's funeral, fighting for freedom Returned to find out that his wife didn't need him Cause while the man of the house was vacant She learned to earn enough to break bread and pay rent The Army awarded him the Medal Of Honor He now cleans toilets with a cramp in his posture "Yes sir, no ma'am", k** for these people with his own hands Can't get respected as a grown man Now that's what you call workin' poor Can't afford to bring his woman home, nothing from the store But on the first Saturday of every month She can wear the blue dress and eat whatever she want She's queen for a day And needless to say That's the only reason he has to breath in a way And on that night they were waitin' for a dish He excused himself from the table to piss And in his absence A young bad motherf**er Step up like he think he James Cagney or something ("Yo baby yo yo yo) She said, "That's mighty kind of ya But I'm a married woman and I'm here with my husband." He grabbed her arm and tried to hold firm She pulled away and said, "I already told you sir" He drew back, slapped her face Got his bar stool back and tossed another brew back Bobby returned to find tears in her eyes And she's so shook up she can't tell him why Gathered her composure, told the story Bobby kept his wits about him and approached him calmly Then something happened inside, he snapped And struck him so hard that his eyes rolled back And his body collapsed Grabbed him by the arm pits, lifted him and drug him outside in the back And right there in the still of the night Bobby beat the young man within an inch of his life It might have been what he did to his wife I imagine that straw would be all it would take to break the camel's back They all flocked from inside to get a scene Jaws dropped, they were too horrified to intervene He had him face down Naked from the waist down And what happened next cleared the whole playground See, Bobby had already did what his hands could Took the next 10 minutes stripping his manhood Brutalizing him He not gay but he had to go inside of him to really take his pride from him The kid disappeared to who-knows-where And Bobby and his wife Ethal still live here And they never spoke about it for the rest of they life That's all they called it was "that night" [Hook: 2X] That night when the pillar crumbled That night when the stone wall cracked and it all collapsed That night a desperate person at the end of his chain Got tired of trying to make sense of the pain That night when the statue stumbled That night when the stone wall cracked and it all collapsed That night a desperate person at the end of his chain Got tired of trying to make sense of the pain That night (that night) [x4] Outro: Yes y'all. Just put your hands in the sky. Just one hand in the sky Wave that motherf**er. Left, right, left right Make some noise for the drummer now. Mr. Dibbs! _________________________________________________________________ Windows Live Hotmail gives you a free,exclusive gift

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