Sittin on Da Fence

One mans a doctor
One mans a lawyer
One tend the sick
The other shoot his brother

Why must I be sittin' on the fence
Why must I be sittin' on the fence

What if it is, Prophecy
Take all but my Integrity
Roar high, cos there's a pack of lions
Passing thru, the hands of Creation
We will join hands and rejoice now
God Willing, God Willing

Why must I be sittin' on the fence
Why must I be sittin' on the fence

Hanging on, hanging on
Passing thru, lifetime tradition
Hanging on, hanging on
Passing thru, lifetime tradition
Hanging on, hanging on
Passing thru, lifetime tradition
Hanging on, hanging on
Passing thru, lifetime tradition

What if it is, Prophecy
Take all but my Integrity
Roar high, cos there's a pack of lions
Passing thru, the hands of Creation
Hanging on, hanging on
Passing thru, lifetime tradition
Hanging on, hanging on
Passing thru, lifetime tradition
Hanging on, hanging on
Passing thru, lifetime tradition
Hanging on, hanging on
Passing thru, lifetime tradition



Credits
Writer(s): Filipo Motulalo
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