Country music singers Have always been a real close family But lately some of my kinfolk Have disowned a few others and me I guess it's because I kinda
Don't you go away Come on, get close to me The hassles of the day Have made a real mess of me The moon is in the sky And the stars are out tonight They
Subjugation fuels The hatred in our soul Full destruction upon The ones that we all loathe Souls ablaze, out of control Burning hammers from the north
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Well it's time honored tradition To get enough nutrition Stay alive until' you die And that is the end of you And I pity the fools Who don't recognize
Yeah, niggaz want to talk about this rap shit Niggaz want to talk about this money About these cars, these homes These labels, clothes, sneakers, big
Here I am hearin' the same old good advice Surrounded by fools who could swear each heart loves twice I can't pretend everything's good Believe me I wish
Like a naturals event floats outside After suitable presupposition Like that the traditions reflectioned On people's faces Their fathers created their
Driving home from the wedding feeling static From everything moving Like the man on his farm who fought for the motorway To be built on either side Everywhere
There is a good tradition of love and hate stayin' by the fireside There's a good tradition of love and hate stayin' by the fireside An' though the rain
Carry it on now. Carry it on. Carry it on now. Carry it on. Carry on the tradition. Their were Black People since the childhood of time who carried
All obsessed with the taste of flesh Black panthers and the CIA Into a sharp wit with a stupid slag We've gone and dug our own hole 'Cause everybody
Lately everyone I know Has been shittin' all over me. Hey you, and all of my good friends They disowned my fucking friends and me. I guess it's because
Riot and remember To take all that you can As you shake to the floor I'd give all to break your fall To the angels up there, I don't care And if I can
The deformation of this land That I hold dear The fornication of our rights Forgotten Fit the mold or at odds be damned Fear is our tradition Rise from
[TEVYE] Tradition, tradition! Tradition! Tradition, tradition! Tradition! [TEVYE & PAPAS] Who, day and night, must scramble for a living, Feed a wife
I tried to be the one that everybody loved Where has that gotten me I tear myself to shreds to prove That I'm someone that I could never be Now these
