Seanchai (Chris Byrne)
Seanchai (Chris Byrne) - Let Me Tell You Where You're From songtekst
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I see you with your friends Hanging out You're my little man No doubt And that's the part That kinda got me worried Kids these days Getting old in a hurry Everyday gun play By some crazy mutha Shooting up schools For no good reason other Than they're scared and confused Life's unfair so they choose To cock the glock And make the six o'clock news Which comes on the box Right after Jerky Springer Waving his finger At some studio ringer Talk show whore Making fun of the poor A punch in the jaw Crowd roars for more Like that wrestling federation It's a negative vibration Across the nation Television's on Pushing 'Leprechaun' So pull out the plug And let me tell you something son Let me tell you where you're from First thing, One time we were kings Under Brehon law Fair to the weak and the strong But thugs came in So called aristocratics Crossed the sea Gave us some static Have you heard before About Fiach O'Byrne at Glenmalure Picked up his sword Showed Lord Gray the door But An Gorta Mór Nearly wiped us out So we were poor By the time we came out To Brooklyn, U.S.A. Worked like slaves For no pay Both my Grandfathers Fought for their due The I.R.A became the T.W.U. But once more Thugs knocked on the door And once more son We went to war For five years in Burma Da was in the zone Uncle Andrew, Uncle Hughie, They never made it home So take some time out, Remember what they done And let me tell you something son, Let me tell you where you're from I see you on the street You make me proud Keep your two feet On solid ground Confrontation everywhere You turn your head With no foundation You'll be easily led By all the wrong folks For all the wrong reasons Leave them on the shelf Look within yourself And keep it mind son You come from a tribe son You've got the heart Of a lion son That's how we've survived son So don't be no thug But don't be no herb either Don't give no one shit But don't take no shit neither To know where you're going You gotta know where you're from And let me tell you something son Let me tell you where you're from