Roots
1960s Ohio
In the age of the rising and falling of boundaries
A sin, a cut above
Treason is turning your back on the family
I love, and I hate
Don't worry, don't wait
Disallowed lack of conscience
30 long years of unending silence
Still running strong
One man in the saga, in the present day
The ultimate task
To have love for the one who pushed you away
You're white, he's black
Pack your shit
Don't come back
They passed the test
I'm not sorry that they took your breath
And I'll break away
From the burned out old bridges remaining today
And I won't accept
The family tradition of turning your back
Still running strong
One man in the saga in the present day
The ultimate task
To have love for the one who pushed you away
I love, and I hate
Don't worry, don't wait
Disallowed lack of conscience
30 long years of unending silence
And I'll break away
From the burned out old bridges remaining today
And I won't accept
The family tradition of turning your back
I'll fly away
I'll fly away
I'll fly away
I'll fly away
And I'll break away
From the burned out old bridges remaining today
And I won't accept
The family tradition of turning your back
In the age of the rising and falling of boundaries
A sin, a cut above
Treason is turning your back on the family
I love, and I hate
Don't worry, don't wait
Disallowed lack of conscience
30 long years of unending silence
Still running strong
One man in the saga, in the present day
The ultimate task
To have love for the one who pushed you away
You're white, he's black
Pack your shit
Don't come back
They passed the test
I'm not sorry that they took your breath
And I'll break away
From the burned out old bridges remaining today
And I won't accept
The family tradition of turning your back
Still running strong
One man in the saga in the present day
The ultimate task
To have love for the one who pushed you away
I love, and I hate
Don't worry, don't wait
Disallowed lack of conscience
30 long years of unending silence
And I'll break away
From the burned out old bridges remaining today
And I won't accept
The family tradition of turning your back
I'll fly away
I'll fly away
I'll fly away
I'll fly away
And I'll break away
From the burned out old bridges remaining today
And I won't accept
The family tradition of turning your back
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Henry
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