New Battles Pt. I

My grandfather was a farmer in '58
 The pain of war and genocide kept him awake
 Rolling hills of Rwanda would force ya
 To cry when you abandon your border
 This disorder
 Caused mainly by the Belgians before
 Who would divide us by, shorter and tall
 It's fucked up
 Now I'm here, it's the fall, it's the Autumn
 My mother disconnected and forced to
 Reminisce on the time she was born, in
 Another land, another hand, another cancer
 Another ranch
 New cattle, new battles
 New cattle, new battles
 My grandfather, navy in '18
 His country, saw it fall into smithereens
 Noble ties, noble lies, noble family
 Until he found himself standing in '33
 Potsdamer Platz, Prinz Regent Street
 Dictators don't assimilate symmetry
 Don't take my kindness too literally
 'Cause I'll comply and apply to my history!
 Real killers real
 Real feelings feel
 Don't make me instil my biology
 But it's too late
 I just can't wait
 To be home
 To be alone
 To be atoned
 As we all do
 As we ought to
 As we all do
 As we ought to