Common Market Follow

“been left of center ever since, uh, i been left centerfield
winter still remind me of my pop’s passin’
a mass of them pray and suddenly stop askin’
admin say ‘ma’am, your son is not passin”
excel at self-expression, my impression felt
sizable welt left on my question, mark the section of the bible belt
rally roots established in a baptist church
first act of ‘ism’ was against that forbidden thirst
thought it odd - all the men in my biological bottle fed
god in the women, the devil cause of my father’s death
fresh clay, shaped the way they want me up in sunday school
formin’ resume the morn of monday, too
pioneers of integration with no relation to race, from the
earliest days they merged clergy and state
serve as deacon do a teacher; principal as a pastor
every lesson prepped for the test in the hereafter
best to have the fear of the master in your heart of hearts
i tried reasoning and seen things fall apart
carved outta henry - how befitting, ‘give me liberty’
or else an alternative to dwellin’ with the merciless
the line drawn around the county i have found to be
confining - aint no bounties in the boundary
we ’bout to secede…
a colonel by default, i never fought for the continentals
though my war of independence bore some resemblance
they trynna make me do like them - move right then
attune my mentals, broke pencil - spoke through my pen
kinetically set it, gesture affect a ripple
imprudent, for this student body is ill and crippled
i’ll walk on ‘em, in partin’ ‘yall gon’ miss me when i’m gone’
now long forgotten, they pawned my saga for a song
the alarm is armed - guards on watch, not one’ll abscond the box again
the common anomaly of protestants
i lost to the sovereign, the dominant still holdin’ office
glowin’ over that oldham era’s a golden aura
growin’ under that old america’s something strange
bubblin’ to break-point range - awaken, take the reins!
oh, there he goes again - broken and soberin’
his story told all over, the walls closin’ in
the line drawn around the county i have found to be
confining, aint no bounties in the boundary
we ’bout to secede…
i’ve gone across the country, what you want from me
to die of hunger for the punditry?
you’ll never succeed…nah, you’ll never succeed.”