Some one do me a favor and put this to music, I'm not much a musician, but I'm alright with words. You know the song.
>Your great-great-grandfather was one who cleared the earth
>Your great grandfather, he worked it from his birth
>Your grandfather worked to turn a profit on that land
>And your father sold it to become a bureaucrats righthand.
>And as for you my lad… you don’t know what you’ll do
>In your little city condo where your dreams have no value
>Sometimes a wishful thought [breath] to have something of your own
>Dreaming at night
>Of standing on a field you’ve grown.
>Your great-great-grandmother; fourteen kids were born from her
>Your great grandmother was almost equal in number
>And as for your grandmother, three was enough she said
>Your mother didn’t want you, just an accident in bed
>And now as for you my girl, you go from boy to boy
>No more mistakes now love is just a toy
>But some times at dawn you wake up still in tears
>Dreams at night
>of a familys love for you through years
>Your great great grandfather he lived through painful times
>Your great-grandfather he saved every extra dime
>Through sweat your grandfather had million left unspent
>Your father put it all into his retirement
>And as for you my child, your owed to the bank
>A worthless degree taught to you by cranks
>No chance of loans, only angry dreams of flames
>In a drunken thought
>of a nation to reclaim
>Your great great grandparents sure know how to fight
>Your great grandparents held their people as a right
>Your grandparents saw propaganda at its start
>Consumed then by your parents through their broken hearts
>As for you my friend, what say you of pain?
>Nothing now to lose, but these filthy chains
>Turn off that PC time to go outside
>Renew with blood,
>the birthright that is your old tribe.
