cuff you one feel my tradition reckon you in its dying repetition
lay you out true to my kind next one down in your bled out blood line
bound to an ancestry bound to follow lest something lead you astray
young fostered under code not too cryptic as to not clearly convey
when no to raise your head and where no to tread
sleep is finally come you who've waked so long
you built your throne on them your foundation's gone
[let it lead you astray]
cover the bloom you wore
with the strange new soil in the town where you were born
three feet down you can't tell
the scent of a horse and a courage you knew so well
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