And it’s hard to listen - but listen ‘Cause it’s much harder living it than listening to the hardships
Now what I see been a long time coming The tribe running, rocking, reaching new peaks So that them young’uns can finally summit Climbing high above and then fly from it, up to the skies Over standing the corruption and deconstructing the lies
Well, it's the type of heartbreak that takes more than tears and time to stitch up And heal wounds and heal the scars that leave behind A separation from the fam, segregation on the land It was all part of the plan and the blood is on your hands
















