Tradition

So you’re the man, and you’ve been told what that means. Now you need to control
To fit the social role that’s been issued to you by our culture
So spread out, tradition bound, and find in time you’ll grow no more
Reverse that way and you will see the true point of thought before speech
You are no better, and she is no less
You’re no born leader, and she is not your bitch
We’ve got to work to make a community of individuals
But we can’t build on what they made. We’ve got to make your own place with a
base of truth
Base that portrays equal says, with due respect and strength to break
Or cut down the lines that falsely divide one body from another and fuck the
pride
Respect