| Song | Do the Same as My Brother Do |
| Artist | Wu-Tang Clan |
| Artist | RZA |
| Album | Of Mics and Men (Music from the Showtime Documentary Series) |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Robert Diggs |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Robert Diggs |
| [00:11.81] | Life is what you make it |
| [00:15.39] | My darling, my dear |
| [00:18.15] | Try to make it |
| [00:21.97] | If I could, I would, if I can't, I won’t |
| [00:25.16] | Please forgive me if I don't |
| [00:27.28] | Should, some should be |
| [00:28.66] | I come from the strangest streets |
| [00:30.80] | I come from the place where love and danger meets |
| [00:33.66] | A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids |
| [00:36.71] | Unemployed, on skid row, we had no toys for kids |
| [00:39.28] | We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run |
| [00:42.06] | We would bang on drums made from garbage cans |
| [00:45.00] | Even garbageman make more than mom |
| [00:47.68] | They make more than teachers, next door the preachers |
| [00:50.64] | They were sure they would reach us but we'd never listen |
| [00:53.55] | ****** drunk and pissing on the side of the building |
| [00:56.26] | Can’t provide for children, someone stop the squealing |
| [00:59.01] | Turned to drugs for healing, thug sneaking and killing |
| [01:01.80] | Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming |
| [01:04.53] | One day we could own one, right now we can't bump crumbs |
| [01:07.76] | My brother would sell jawns, my mother would yell, "Son |
| [01:10.48] | You'll end up in jail, son, or dead or in Hell, son" |
| [01:13.36] | But what could she tell son? |
| [01:14.75] | That money excel, son |
| [01:16.22] | Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail, son |
| [01:18.97] | Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son |
| [01:21.88] | Doing pushups in a six by four cell, son |
| [01:24.96] | A hard head makes a soft tail, son |
| [01:27.83] | And my little brother on that same trail, son |
| [01:30.71] | Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle |
| [01:33.27] | And we ignore the ones who truly loves you |
| [01:36.36] | As we do foolish things we see the others do |
| [01:39.27] | I try to do the same things my big brother do |
| [01:42.02] | Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle |
| [01:44.76] | And we ignore the ones who truly loves you |
| [01:47.53] | As we do foolish things we see the others do |
| [01:50.42] | I try to do the same things I saw my brother do |
| [01:53.06] | Loaded guns in the shoebox, fingerprints on the ooh-wop |
| [01:55.84] | Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops |
| [01:58.57] | We slung on the block and watch out for the blue coats |
| [02:01.38] | Ses blunts we pas after two tokes |
| [02:04.22] | Starving for a G-note back, and forth on the ferry boat |
| [02:07.23] | Coming up from poverty, we were very broke |
| [02:10.04] | To twenty-eight grams, expand to a thousand grams |
| [02:13.03] | Reap the twenty dollar bills |
| [02:14.35] | Passed through a thousand hands |
| [02:15.93] | Multi-project apartments, spots bubbling |
| [02:18.51] | Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men |
| [02:21.16] | Recruiting young gunners and runners, let my cousin in |
| [02:24.11] | Spot gets knocked, my brother locked the **** up again |
| [02:26.88] | Another mama's son stuck in the ******* pen |
| [02:29.78] | To disperse, no one to trust, back to struggling |
| [02:32.57] | Now I'm on the streets trying to get my hustle in |
| [02:35.47] | Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling |
| [02:38.33] | Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle |
| [02:40.99] | And we ignore the ones who truly loves you |
| [02:43.84] | As we do foolish things we see the others do |
| [02:46.84] | I try to do the same things my big brother do |
| [02:49.78] | Life's a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle |
| [02:52.58] | And we ignore the ones who truly loves you |
| [02:55.37] | As we do foolish things we see the others do |
| [02:58.25] | I try to do the same things I saw my brother do |
| [03:01.25] |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Robert Diggs |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Robert Diggs |
| [00:11.81] | Life is what you make it |
| [00:15.39] | My darling, my dear |
| [00:18.15] | Try to make it |
| [00:21.97] | If I could, I would, if I can' t, I won' t |
| [00:25.16] | Please forgive me if I don' t |
| [00:27.28] | Should, some should be |
| [00:28.66] | I come from the strangest streets |
| [00:30.80] | I come from the place where love and danger meets |
| [00:33.66] | A house full of noisy kids, boys avoiding bids |
| [00:36.71] | Unemployed, on skid row, we had no toys for kids |
| [00:39.28] | We would bang our thumbs, gunshots, they run |
| [00:42.06] | We would bang on drums made from garbage cans |
| [00:45.00] | Even garbageman make more than mom |
| [00:47.68] | They make more than teachers, next door the preachers |
| [00:50.64] | They were sure they would reach us but we' d never listen |
| [00:53.55] | drunk and pissing on the side of the building |
| [00:56.26] | Can' t provide for children, someone stop the squealing |
| [00:59.01] | Turned to drugs for healing, thug sneaking and killing |
| [01:01.80] | Cop sirens are screaming, inside the cars, we dreaming |
| [01:04.53] | One day we could own one, right now we can' t bump crumbs |
| [01:07.76] | My brother would sell jawns, my mother would yell, " Son |
| [01:10.48] | You' ll end up in jail, son, or dead or in Hell, son" |
| [01:13.36] | But what could she tell son? |
| [01:14.75] | That money excel, son |
| [01:16.22] | Tony got knocked up, now looking for bail, son |
| [01:18.97] | Making collect calls, expecting that mail, son |
| [01:21.88] | Doing pushups in a six by four cell, son |
| [01:24.96] | A hard head makes a soft tail, son |
| [01:27.83] | And my little brother on that same trail, son |
| [01:30.71] | Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle |
| [01:33.27] | And we ignore the ones who truly loves you |
| [01:36.36] | As we do foolish things we see the others do |
| [01:39.27] | I try to do the same things my big brother do |
| [01:42.02] | Life' s a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle |
| [01:44.76] | And we ignore the ones who truly loves you |
| [01:47.53] | As we do foolish things we see the others do |
| [01:50.42] | I try to do the same things I saw my brother do |
| [01:53.06] | Loaded guns in the shoebox, fingerprints on the oohwop |
| [01:55.84] | Ziploc plastic bags with black and blue tops |
| [01:58.57] | We slung on the block and watch out for the blue coats |
| [02:01.38] | Ses blunts we pas after two tokes |
| [02:04.22] | Starving for a Gnote back, and forth on the ferry boat |
| [02:07.23] | Coming up from poverty, we were very broke |
| [02:10.04] | To twentyeight grams, expand to a thousand grams |
| [02:13.03] | Reap the twenty dollar bills |
| [02:14.35] | Passed through a thousand hands |
| [02:15.93] | Multiproject apartments, spots bubbling |
| [02:18.51] | Never went to clubs with less than a dozen men |
| [02:21.16] | Recruiting young gunners and runners, let my cousin in |
| [02:24.11] | Spot gets knocked, my brother locked the up again |
| [02:26.88] | Another mama' s son stuck in the pen |
| [02:29.78] | To disperse, no one to trust, back to struggling |
| [02:32.57] | Now I' m on the streets trying to get my hustle in |
| [02:35.47] | Cheap wine guzzling, life is so puzzling |
| [02:38.33] | Life is a puzzle, every day is a struggle |
| [02:40.99] | And we ignore the ones who truly loves you |
| [02:43.84] | As we do foolish things we see the others do |
| [02:46.84] | I try to do the same things my big brother do |
| [02:49.78] | Life' s a struggle, we get trapped in this puzzle |
| [02:52.58] | And we ignore the ones who truly loves you |
| [02:55.37] | As we do foolish things we see the others do |
| [02:58.25] | I try to do the same things I saw my brother do |
| [03:01.25] |