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let the stars above become my guide, enjoy the ride
I got my fishing rod, the wish of god is by my side
I got a compass, I have studied all the shifting

Yeah I'm from the south side looking for the sunlight
But I'm from the town where the sun don't rise
Blinded by a strobe light I don't even if I'm

big in the south
Just for you we can figure it out
Black men don't cheat, you was blessed with the mouth
Them smooth lips bring addiction, I be digging

to jack it up)
You'll be alright tonight

[Verse 1 - Wyclef]
To all the girls I cheated on before, it's a new year
Hey yo, dear queen, by the time you get

brothers from the south (Aye yuh)
Side suicide, calling out for help (Ugh)

Mississippi Burning

Park

Building a Better _____

2006

but I've got it
You're letter scratched across my throat
Like some painter's ink, spilled the canvas soiling parts of me

Cover up, cover up, all

stand the weather
Said they might go south
Then "we can hardly see - the roads up here
Go out at sundown"
Then all us four, together
"Sure is dark in this

too short
Cocktail, 2 Glocks and a Newport
I put my money where my mouth is
Number one anywhere the south is
Rich niggas, you can tell by the outfits

to write a letter to my mum
Suicide went and claimed one
Guess im sorry now ay

The Faintest reprise
Befalls my eyes as memories fade to grey
I remember

gets me off
Loli pop porn bitch, punk rock south paw,
Sample:
If I ever do get killed by them fuckin' bastards
Do me a favor, put a stick in my casket

and wrote you a letter to tell you of all that I'd done
To make you proud of me proud to call me your son
I'm sorry that I couldn't be there when you needed

u saw Hades
South source suffer no more go dope
For love no love for more guap

All your guts are cut by them
Struggle no more all I can
Trust no one

the south now I rep the North
Navigate through journey lane trying To stay the course
Trying to lift every voice without it Feeling forced
Judge and the jury

Suicide Bomb

Tony Touch

Last of the Pro-Ricans

2002

[Verse 1]
Suicide bomb, from Al'Qaeda to the Qu'ran
Represent your clique and our Jihad, bangin from God to Enron
Bin Laden is still C.I.A.
John

clabama Guitar Man
Written by Melvin Knoblett - 2016


I was born in the country on the other side of that mason dixon line.
In all of my yankee

Nature in exhaustion 
Needed rest so went to Austin
South by Southwest sure was awful
Yeah your patience 
Much appreciated
The way she won't repudiate

Even thou I had less
I still vision my self being the Best
I'm suicide yeah
I'm still suicide yaah
Different conditions
Got too much grace in my blood

Dear feller
I'm writing you this letter
After all this time
Never knew what to think about
Til I left my sweater in my seat
Walking back to class in

The South Rapper
I bounce back I don't bounce backwards
Don't carry dope the cops might catch ya
I'm a dope dealer with a hot special
TBB like

I got a letter from a friend this morning
At least that's what she's calling me these days
She said "I'm living down south of Florence Alabama, if

The Buzz Kill

Sage Francis

A Healthy Distrust

2005

dies in the name of grave mistakes
That we all make
Believe that we're getting by treating ourselves wrong
Throw me a reindeer John letter party

[Verse 1]
Clouds up!
Grey sky!
Covering up my mind
Blackout
Horizon line
On the coast of oceanside!
By the time
I reach the light
The time will pass

this man and nothing was left
Heartbroken writhing out the suicide letter
No one around, I think it's a setup
Claimed she was hurt but she never felt

we're both making pay
And soon enough we'll have to answer the call
Of the old highway

And a letter is all we'll leave behind
To be read by those who