You taught me so well to be an idiot, I almost became every word that you said and everyday, you gave to me special thoughts, lessons free underwhelmed by your generosity, I quickly began to compensate so forgive me if I sound disinterested.
Why should I comply with this? So why should I conform to this?
When I stand with the mic in my hand, I lend the land I question those who are in command taking nothing from the troops in their big black boots got you jumping through hoops and setting fire to your roots Paramilitary groups you don't scare me mess with the posse and they might have to tear me off ya, check me, know what I mean? and I don't give a fuck about Combat 18
Roll with the team, turn on the high beam expose your lies washing up down stream you see your B.N.P you ain't shit to me boxed loud, mixed race proud of my ancestry Get back to jack to that...