guys are gonna wanna, go out and play sometime - just take this advice i give
‘possum hunters posse up, now
it’s in the name of the father we ride, right or wrong only god’ll decide
dismiss diplomacy, don’t bother we tried
they don’t play fair, the sharecroppers profits are marginalized
for law enforcement a farmer resort to homicide
we fought for our lives before this mess
check a storied past, patch of distress - a shred of dignity
a scrap of prospect left in me, leave the pistol empty
shotgun got somethin’ for the enemy, it’s the
black. patch. war chant bangin’ on em
to fifth-third send word of another bank bombin’
ranks mobbin over the hilltop on horseback
surround the storehouse, four corners and torch that
been in the poorhouse before and i don’t want that
for my boys, hear the voice at the point of contact, listen
don’t lose your self-respect, trying to gain revenge
advice to heed, yeah - follow the rules, i’ll lead
i plead ignorance to business affairs beyond the field
but on the real what we’re dealing with here’s extraordinarily
heavy-handed - look where your property landed
now come play monopoly with vigilantes and bandits
i’mma stand this ground, with plans to expand the compound
interest rise over the cries of “man down!”
empathize with the planters of antioch, we can’t stop now
divine decree, and how
the flag of hoptown will be ours now, you’re under siege
you’re one of these whether or not you wanna believe
pledge allegiance - come the son’ll receive, the company be
numbered as somethin’ we hung from the trees
from the seas of judah move a multitude of discontented
consider me a spiritual descendant
woe to those makin’ unjust laws, what i sayeth
is like a modern-day isaiah
may the lord be the judge of my sins, look what we’re up against
more sufferin’, no support from the government
poor and covetous, i pour a cup and it’s
not enough to fill up - we’re overrunnin’ this
operation taken down, klan vandalism
a coups de gras for the law of the land’s evangelism
silent brigade engage in a whisper
send shock waves breakin’ - how you shakin’ a fist? it’s the
black. patch. war chant bangin’ on em
a higher callin’ the fire of sodom rainin’ on em
Canaan fallin’ - flames rebuke the lot of ringleaders
this james b. a duke, not a king
he as savage as the pack he employed, capital gradually
voided, now flatter me or see your tobacco destroyed, listen
don’t lose your self-respect, trying to gain revenge
keep in line, see the sign, victory is thine
he the vine, we’re the branch where the fruits borne
and some of y’all been on there too long, spoiled rotten
the regiment developin’ a loyal followin’
contest and rest under kentucky soil - not a problem
all i’m askin’ for is a fair market at the auction
i put my work on the block - gimme my portion
a good return and if not, i’ll put the cross on em
target for the marlin - amoss endorsement
this manifest impressed on parchment - y’all can read, right?
figured the herod-type particularly erudite
terms affirmed by the testament of old
where the servants learn - test ‘em with gold, yeah we got that
armed for combat, over crop tax
cease the fraud, you aint god, damnit - stop that
