Testo My Bingayi

Uncomfortable
I’ve tried say this in a million ways
She called us scared
We wouldn’t have turned her away

She’s not your therapy
You don’t seem happy at all
I’m not your enemy Put your hands in your pockets and walk

Cause my brother, my brother
Oh brother
Don’t put your hands on her
My Bingayi, I beg you
Remember
Your hands have made things before

Pass it down
Or learn to heal?
Are these hands like our dads’?
We can change
We can say the hard things softly spoken
She’s not your therapy
You don’t seem happy at all
(You don’t seem happy at all)
I’m not your enemy
Put your hands in your pockets and walk

Cause my brother, my brother
Oh brother
Don’t put your hands on her
My bingayi, I beg you
Remember
Your hands have made things before

And I’m asking you
Are you going to change?
You gotta think
It’s more than shame

Are you getting help?
Or there’s no change
To be the man
You oughta be

(You don’t seem happy at all)

Cause my brother, my brother
Oh brother
Don’t put your hands on her
My bingayi, I beg you
Remember
Your hands have made things before

Cause my brother, my brother
Oh brother
Don’t put your hands on her
(You don’t seem happy at all)
My bingayi, I beg you
Remember
Your hands have made things before