Stubborn Tradition Lyrics

It's better to be unborn than untaught

For ignorance is the root of misfortune

It's hard to cut yourself from the root

When you're born from the tree

I never said I didn't want to be free

Hate keeps me breathing

Choking on what I thought I knew

You cannot invent a new man through and through

I cannot change my ways

Welcome to the fork in the road

Gone my whole life biting the curb

Surrounded by the scum of the Earth

A hand full of ash

Disgust runs in my blood

Against your kind

Call me out time and time again

It's not my state of mind

Everyday

All that I see

Hands outstretched

Down on their knees

I look away

But they all see

There is no such thing as Southern hospitality

Maybe I'm wrong

Shunning the meek

If I was them

Where would I be

No

Can't sympathize

Nothing's for free

People may hate that's just the stubborn tradition

Momma didn't raise no bitch

You're jealous of where I stand

Taunting me from the bottom

Wiping my tears from your cheek

Jealous and callous

Eating your skin

I practice what I preach

Same kin to a fucking leech

Everyday

All that I see

Hands outstretched

Down on their knees

I look away

But they all see

There is no such thing as Southern hospitality

Maybe I'm wrong

Shunning the meek

If I was them

Where would I be

No

Can't sympathize

Nothing's for free

People may hate that's just the stubborn tradition

I won't cry

When you're down and out

That's just the way it is down south

Nothing's for free when you're built from the ground up

You're filled with envy

Is it heavy when the load is free

Bleeding out of your begging hands

I pray your eyes are filled with fear

You've fucked up I hope it was worth it

The highest form of flattery

Hate

Consumes

Us

You're not the same as me