Lil´indians

There goes my brother i know from my childhood.
there goes my brother that i doesn´t know me now.
too emberassing!it´s too emberassing.
i want to greet him,but i don´t know how...
In kindergarten we shared everything,
we were family forever.
kings of the hill and the chiefs of the playground,
parents hated us but we didn´t care.
the two-little indians who fukked all the cowboys up...
we killed everyone with our plastic-guns (bang!bang!).
but that is long ago,you don´t know me no more..
but bakk in the sandbox we were the ones.
Yo,should i greet,should i not?
should i speak,should i not?
should i let him pass me by?
but what if he doesn´t recognize my face?
i´m his brother from bakk in the days!
yo,should i run,should i hide?
should i jump on the side?
should i let him walk away?
maybe it´s better,
but i will never know if i dont even try...
hey...
There goes my brother i know from my childhood.
there goes my brother that i doesn´t know me now.
too emberassing!it´s too emberassing.
i want to greet him,but i don´t know how...