I'm tired of this tradition
Which keeps me in bondage of sweat
And ties my neck
Like a cow led to the slaughter
Even the lamb of God
Was never tied this way
As if i'm on a mission
Of forced suicide
The dressing of my fathers
Always reminds the day
That they're dust
But not this pompous tradition
Which has constantly wasted lives
Out of pride
(c)EKWUEME KC
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