Stubborn Tradition

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