The Heart of a Free Range Man
Dark are the times,
As the sun sets upon days we once knew
And we turn our heads hearts to face
The struggles we’ve been through
This land has seen too much blood and sweat,
Flow over soil and skin.
Yet we brave the daemons we are faced,
But fear the ones within.
Ropes that have been broken,
Made space to shackle chains.
We drown in our regression,
While they claim they’re making gain.
The sin here is not that we can’t or can
Rather the internment of the heart
Of the free ranged man.
Trial and tribulation,
Holds no ground in doubt.
As those who have abundance
Blames the ones without.
Our woman and our families
Tortured for self-gain
Our land is being taken,
Our children scream in pain
Upon deaf ears it is I fear
Falls the casings from the fire
That claims mortal tenure
To fuel corruption and desire.
They claim they strive for freedom
In South Africa our land
Yet they seek to kill the spirit
Of every free ranged man.
Media sells lies and guilt
And the people line up to buy.
Spoon-feeding masses
With lie after lie.
You can buy in now
At 20% less for 20% more.
While they dress up entitlement
as an overpriced whore.
But one thing I doubt
they’ll ever understand.
Is that you can’t put a price on the soul
of a fee ranged man
Dark are the times,
As the sun sets upon days we once knew
And we turn our heads hearts to face
The struggles we’ve been through
This land has seen too much blood and sweat,
Flow over soil and skin.
Yet we brave the daemons we are faced,
But fear the ones within.
Ropes that have been broken,
Made space to shackle chains.
We drown in our regression,
While they claim they’re making gain.
The sin here is not that we can’t or can
Rather the internment of the heart
Of the free ranged man.
Trial and tribulation,
Holds no ground in doubt.
As those who have abundance
Blames the ones without.
Our woman and our families
Tortured for self-gain
Our land is being taken,
Our children scream in pain
Upon deaf ears it is I fear
Falls the casings from the fire
That claims mortal tenure
To fuel corruption and desire.
They claim they strive for freedom
In South Africa our land
Yet they seek to kill the spirit
Of every free ranged man.
Media sells lies and guilt
And the people line up to buy.
Spoon-feeding masses
With lie after lie.
You can buy in now
At 20% less for 20% more.
While they dress up entitlement
as an overpriced whore.
But one thing I doubt
they’ll ever understand.
Is that you can’t put a price on the soul
of a fee ranged man
As the sun sets upon days we once knew
And we turn our heads hearts to face
The struggles we’ve been through
This land has seen too much blood and sweat,
Flow over soil and skin.
Yet we brave the daemons we are faced,
But fear the ones within.
Ropes that have been broken,
Made space to shackle chains.
We drown in our regression,
While they claim they’re making gain.
The sin here is not that we can’t or can
Rather the internment of the heart
Of the free ranged man.
Trial and tribulation,
Holds no ground in doubt.
As those who have abundance
Blames the ones without.
Our woman and our families
Tortured for self-gain
Our land is being taken,
Our children scream in pain
Upon deaf ears it is I fear
Falls the casings from the fire
That claims mortal tenure
To fuel corruption and desire.
They claim they strive for freedom
In South Africa our land
Yet they seek to kill the spirit
Of every free ranged man.
Media sells lies and guilt
And the people line up to buy.
Spoon-feeding masses
With lie after lie.
You can buy in now
At 20% less for 20% more.
While they dress up entitlement
as an overpriced whore.
But one thing I doubt
they’ll ever understand.
Is that you can’t put a price on the soul
of a fee ranged man