Where does it all come from Broad crop holds my run And hesitation reaps and lies, oh no Have your own right Have your own right Have your own right Have your own Now if I perish through my calling Will my mother be, will my mother be calling? The preacher called he said he want em back The preacher called he said he want em back The preacher called he said he want em back The preacher called he said he want em back Gold keeps my hide Oh no It's a rough handle Oh the preacher man, said he want em back Oh the preacher man, said he want em back Past true virtue (No rights, no more) Fuck the truth (No rights, no more) Under four saps (No rights, no more) I got my own damn bag Have your own rights Have your own Have your own rights