Never cared much for wrongs of the past
Used to guilt trip me for having a blast
Even when I've tried to make amends
Having you with endless demands
The worst of all is passed down
Deeds of my lineage Bestrewn
Things I have only been told
Now must carry forever till am old
But is it my burden to bear?
Is it my feeling to care?
How come only one story told?
And only I must give the gold
I refuse to live with such a burden
Not even if am reported to the warden
Yes the sins of our Father's come down
But our own deeds will be our crown