"You're gonna get it" was in response to your message about inadvertently unsubbing from our channel... LOL. That's all. :)

What were you referring to when inquiring as to whether or not we had mailed letters?
TheBrownBoysdotws & Mom Joyce

What a warm heart to feature my baby on your page! Your messages have made me smile a lot over the last couple of weeks and I wanted you to know that we think you're pretty awesome!

E'noa, Ari and Mom Ericka

YOU'RE GONNA GET IT, ALAN!

Hey, we see Enoa on your channel. Does her Mom know? How sweet... isn't she just the brightest 8 year old you've ever seen? LOL

Joyce - TheBrownBoysdotws Mom

whatss up?

lol i already did and guess what?............he blocked me

hey im glad you wont block me for sending videos

Chorus
With fire and with sword, Amen, Amen
With fire and with sword, Amen
With fire and with sword, here come the men of war,
Ah, the world must be coming to an end.

They massacre the young, Amen, Amen,
They massacre the young, Amen,
They massacre the young, to make them hold their tongue,
Ah the world must be coming to an end.

There's blood upon their hands, Amen, Amen,
There's blood upon their hands, Amen,
There's blood upon their hands,
On this and other lands,
Ah the world must be coming to an end.

With their bayonets and their bombs, Amen, Amen,
With their bayonets and their bombs. Amen,
With their bayonets and their bombs, they'll be tearing down our homes,
Ah the world must be coming to an end.

Oh will they have their way, Amen, Amen,
Oh will they have their way, Amen,
Oh will they have their way, or will the young folks say,
That the world will not be coming to an end.

Chorus
Rich mans paradise, poor man's hell,
Rich man's paradise, I bid fare-thee-well.
Bread and roses all the way, for the chosen few,
You ain't thinkin' of me my friend, but I'll be thinkin of you.

There is no pity, down in the city,
The gentlemen with heads held high,
Won't see the homeless lady, with a little homeless baby,
Little tears came glistening in his eyes.

Shipyard towns are dying, shipyard folk are crying,
Fearful of the things being done,
They won't hear them wailing, you will find them sailing,
With their 'Morning Clouds' they'll hide the golden sun.

When Sunday bells are ringing, you will hear them singing,
Songs of Praise, the Lord on high,
They will read the Lesson, call down Heaven's blessing,
Living through their Sunday morning lie.

Thanks, Man, for watching and commenting on our hip hop dance vid! We appreciate that. :)
TheBrownBoysdotws & Mom Joyce

Then let us pray that come it may,
(As come it will for a' that,)
That Sense and Worth, o'er a' the earth,
Shall bear the gree, an' a' that,
For a' that, an' a' that,
It's coming yet for a' that,
That man to man, the world o'er,
Shall brithers be for a' that