Let Me Tell You Where You're From

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