Southern Uncomfort

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Doc Rich

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Yo, y'all know what time it is

Understand why my Gramps used to drink moonshine
Worked like a slave just tried to free his mind
He had to sharecrop, he worked the land 
By the sweat of his brow, the callus of the his hand

Couldn't do it by himself naw his kids had to help 
All nine, all day, all work, and no play 
Never got to rest til the clouds turned gray 
Rain fell from the skies had tears in their eyes 

Heads hung low when it came christmas season 
Never made a profit did good to break even 
Man them days will never be forgotten
Went to school  half the year, the other half they picked cotton 
Hand me down books White kids didn't need, didn't read 
Low on food, the older kids wouldn't feed
I'm on the soil where the slaves use to bleed,
Now they build businesses where their graves use to be 

I grew up, muddy south Tennessee
Keep you mentally entrapped, yet the body walks free
It rarely gets cold, cause it's so close to hell
Now people snort the same s**** they once used to sell
If I wrote a novel, couldn't keep it on the shelves
Pain and the sorrow, the south where I dwell 

Back down memory lane 
I could feel my mothers pain
She didn't have to say a word
It was running through my veins 
Back down memory lane
It's the song of the south
Don't know what you talking 
Keep our name out your mouth 

My pops didn't make a lot, but enough
Still at times it got rough, it was just the four of us 
I wrote rhymes, it kept my mind off material 
Last four days had bologna and cereal 
No Jordans, the plain ole Nikes 
No Schwinn like my friends, I had a plain ole bike 
But I never did complain, I took what I could get 
Cause I knew some other kids that never got s***. 
 
In the south you better learn to take the sweet with the bitter 
Cause the Whites don't like Blacks and the Blacks hate the n*****
Sat on the mourners bench been mourning ever since 
Way done in the water, we still get slaughtered 
I meditate and I pray to the Father 
Just want to make it better for our sons and our daughters.

Back down memory lane 
I could feel my mothers pain
She didn't have to say a word
It was running through my veins 
Back down memory lane
It's the song of the south
Don't know what you talking 
Keep our name out y'all mouth 

I'm asking God how could this be?
The one that birthed me, fell sick with a disease
I'm down on my knees, begging please! 
Take away her pain and give it to me 
Some things in life just ain't plain to see
So many nights I cried in my sleep
It took me awhile, now I'm back on my feet, time heals wounds, mine so deep 
My therapy, bless over beats 
Soul still strong, mind feel weak
You spit death, I stress peace 
My last breath, hope that it reach 
Middle of a storm, I bring the heat 
Children of the corn, mark of the beast
God granted me, wisdom to teach 
When will we ever learn?
Violence never cease 
Under martial law, silence in the streets 
Give it to you raw, my pain and grief 

Back down memory lane 
I could feel my mothers pain
She didn't have to say a word
It was running through my veins 
Back down memory lane
It's the song of the south
Don't know what you talking 
Keep our name out y'all mouth 

Back down memory lane
I could feel my mothers pain
She didn't have to say a word
It was running through my veins
Back down memory lane 
It's the song of the south
Don't know what you talking 
Keep our name out y'all mouth

M.O.S.

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