Brother
Gil Scott-Heron Lyrics


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We deal in too many externals, brother
Always afro's, handshakes and dashikis
Never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism
Always does the man read Mao or Fanon

I think I know you would-be black revolutionaries too well
Standing on a box on the corner, talking about blowing the white man away
That's now where it's at yet, brother

Calling this man an Uncle Tom and telling this woman to get an afro
But you won't speak to her if she looks like hell, now will you brother
Some of us been checking your act out kinda close

And by now its looking kinda shaky
The way you been rushin' people with your super black bag
Jumping down on some black men with both feet cause they're after their B-A
But you're never around when your BA is in danger, I mean your black ass
I think it was a little too easy for you to forget that you were a negro before Malcolm
You drove your white girl through the village every Friday night
While the grassroots stared in envy and drank wine, do you remember?
You need to get your memory banks organized brother.

Show that man you call an Uncle Tom just where he's wrong
Show that woman that you're a sincere black man
All we need to do is see you shut up and be black
Help that woman




Help that man
That's what brothers are for brother.

Overall Meaning

In Gil Scott-Heron's song "Brother", the lyrics are an indictment of the superficiality and lack of action in the black revolutionary movement. He critiques the external focus of the movement, with people wearing afros and dashikis without building a working structure for black capitalism. Scott-Heron expresses his disappointment in the failure of many black revolutionaries to move beyond rhetoric and take real action to build social and economic structures within their communities.


Scott-Heron also criticizes the tendency to idolize revolutionary leaders like Mao or Fanon, without critically analyzing their ideas. He highlights the hypocrisy of some revolutionaries who claim to fight for black liberation but still judge black women by their appearance and refuse to speak to them if they don't look a certain way.


The song is a call to action for black revolutionaries to get past their superficial preoccupations and focus on what really matters: helping each other. Scott-Heron urges black men to help their fellow men and women to build a better future, to show those they criticize that they are wrong by their actions, and to be sincere in their efforts to create change.


Line by Line Meaning

We deal in too many externals, brother
We focus too much on superficial things, brother


Always afro's, handshakes and dashikis
We are always wearing afros, giving black power handshakes, and wearing dashikis


Never can a man build a working structure for black capitalism
No one has successfully built an economic structure that benefits black people


Always does the man read Mao or Fanon
Men are always reading Mao or Fanon


I think I know you would-be black revolutionaries too well
I believe I understand you, the black revolutionaries, quite deeply


Standing on a box on the corner, talking about blowing the white man away
You are standing on a street corner, talking about killing white people


That's now where it's at yet, brother
That's not where we are yet, brother


Calling this man an Uncle Tom and telling this woman to get an afro
You call a man an Uncle Tom and tell a woman to wear an afro


But you won't speak to her if she looks like hell, now will you brother
But you won't talk to her if she doesn't look good, will you brother?


Some of us been checking your act out kinda close
Some of us have been paying close attention to your behavior


And by now its looking kinda shaky
And now it seems uncertain


The way you been rushin' people with your super black bag
The way you have been pressuring people with your extreme blackness


Jumping down on some black men with both feet cause they're after their B-A
Attacking some black men because they are pursuing their education


But you're never around when your BA is in danger, I mean your black ass
But you're never around when your degree is in trouble, I mean your black self


I think it was a little too easy for you to forget that you were a negro before Malcolm
I believe it was too easy for you to forget that you were black before Malcolm X


You drove your white girl through the village every Friday night
You used to take your white girlfriend through the black neighborhood every Friday night


While the grassroots stared in envy and drank wine, do you remember?
While the common people looked on with envy and drank wine, do you remember?


You need to get your memory banks organized brother.
You need to sort out your thoughts and remember where you came from, brother


Show that man you call an Uncle Tom just where he's wrong
Show that man you call an Uncle Tom where he is mistaken


Show that woman that you're a sincere black man
Show that woman that you are a genuine black man


All we need to do is see you shut up and be black
All we need is for you to stop talking and simply be black


Help that woman
Help that woman


Help that man
Help that man


That's what brothers are for brother.
That's what brothers are for, brother.




Lyrics © CARLIN AMERICA INC, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: GIL SCOTT-HERON

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