Vents - Travelling Man lyrics

[Verse 1:] 1975, born, feeling warm and the world cold Elizabeth pigeonholed blue-collar mould Got kicked out of school at fourteen Rolled with a bad scene, smoked a bit of green Regular sh**, drifting around, rolling stone Found a job in the abattoir, feeling alone Jetted to the outback, trying to bounce back Met a chick, had a couple of kids, rang dad, how's that? Didn't quite go to plan, moved to Japan Seeing original man dying for land In Kosovo, Milosevic gotta go Murdering kids, burning people in their homes proper bro Came back less than a veteran Thinking bout the reckoning, who is God? The benevolent No more running Took twenty-three years but I f**ing found something that mean something [Hook:] He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina (Check it out, yo) You just move with such stamina [Verse 2:] Ay, 1999 born again, Pakistan back at school Roll with a tool thinking about Gods rule Bounced to Kabul, something to live for Something to die for, white boy down by law Word the f** up, studied to k** Physical stamina, leave you fatigued, bloody for real And I might have to cause right next door They murdering little kids, land-mines in the floor And I heard that they're brothers of mine And they praise the same God, so why they try f**ing with divine Law that been there before? The same government that paid us paid them much more And the day I got caught, said "Bro, man we one in the same" And he put a magazine to my brain And they sent me to the Guantanamo Bay With a gun runner, but I'll be out in one summer [Hook:] He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina He just move with such stamina (yo) You just move with such stamina [Verse 3:] Checking out the infidel, Listen well, praying for a prison cell Lights on, never dark, can't sleep, man this is hell Isolated, no charge but I'm crime related Very f**ing cold and they like 'em naked Blindfold, hoping that I fold Make the pain a little better if you do what you're told They torture you, who the f** you been talking to? Drown slow motherf**er, much more for you Starving, they laughing, barking threats Pointing weapons at my head, feeling half possessed Handcuffed till my wrists numb Five years in a black hole, no trial, nowhere to run Dad and no mum, ain't phoning them In a vacuum feeling like alone again Never could sit still but when they let me out I'mma Hit the road and move with such stamina