Common Market - Oldham Era lyrics

[Verse 1] Been left of center ever since, uh, I been left centerfield Winter still remind me of my pop's pa**in' A ma** of them pray and suddenly stop askin' Admin say ‘ma'am, your son is not pa**in” Excel at self-expression, my impression felt Sizable welt left on my question, mark the section of the bible belt Rally roots established in a baptist church First act of ‘ism' was against that forbidden thirst Thought it odd - all the men in my biological bottle fed God in the women, the devil cause of my father's d**h Fresh clay, shaped the way they want me up in Sunday school Formin' resume the morn of Monday, too Pioneers of integration with no relation to race, from the Earliest days they merged clergy and state Serve as deacon do a teacher; principal as a pastor Every lesson prepped for the test in the hereafter Best to have the fear of the master in your heart of hearts I tried reasoning and seen things fall apart Carved outta Henry - how befitting, ‘give me liberty' Or else an alternative to dwellin' with the merciless [Hook] The line drawn around the county i have found to be Confining - ain't no bounties in the boundary We 'bout to secede… [Verse 2] A colonel by default, U never fought for the continentals Though my war of independence bore some resemblance They trynna make me do like them - move right then Attune my mentals, broke pencil - spoke through my pen Kinetically set it, gesture affect a ripple Imprudent, for this student body is ill and crippled I'll walk on ‘em, in partin' ‘yall gon' miss me when i'm gone' Now long forgotten, they pawned my saga for a song The alarm is armed - guards on watch, not one'll abscond the box again The common anomaly of protestants I lost to the sovereign, the dominant still holdin' office Glowin' over that oldham era's a golden aura Growin' under that old america's something strange Bubblin' to break-point range - awaken, take the reins! Oh, there he goes again - broken and soberin' His story told all over, the walls closin' in [Hook] The line drawn around the county i have found to be Confining, ain't no bounties in the boundary We 'bout to secede… [Outro] I've gone across the country, what you want from me To die of hunger for the punditry? You'll never succeed… nah, you'll never succeed