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Cunninlynguists Dirty Acres Georgia (hook) Georgia, The clay is runnin red From the blood that done been shed down in Gergia, Now we weepin to the sound from the color of the ground down in (verse 1 - Kno) Georgia, My state my home For 17 years learned right from wrong Cried saline tears when i write these poems As I made these fears give flight to song The red clay stains the soles of my shoes The red clay stained the soul of a fool My grandparents told me the goal that you choose When you realize the worlds only open to few Will measure your worth, tether your hurt Its that same search that can lead you to church But if they have the time to hate a whole race How do yall have the time to tel me about my faith? Do ya'll have time to discuss God's grace If youre too busy studying the color of a face? I don't follow man to avoid the disgrace of the closeminded culprits of southern mistakes Glass houses built out of empty Coke bottles Throwing rocks at statues of southern role models Use to be followed by souls that are hollow But had to much love to ever get swalloed By the dark hearted people that threatened my kin Spit on my friends for the color of their skin So when i think back to the clay that raised me I thank God for the strong man it made me (verse 2 - Natti) Georgia Lee Andrews, raised a man wearin dad's pants plus her shoes Never wavered in faith in her lovin embrace That Garnett Lamar Bush would find a way to be great Even after plenty meals off juvy hall plates Calls at prison rates, pushed back release dates Only to come home to mere months of your smile While the nigga you married to give me a dad behave foul Your massive stroke one of luck for him Kept the house, bought a car and a truck for him Loved my brother too much to go and orphan him So his daddy walks this earth the only man I hate With the bitch he moved in a week after your wake Sure as Georgia birthed me, in Kentucky my state Seem empty, without you holding your grandson Who smiles at your picture, not a tooth in his mouth So handsome, you'da had him like mile left out You'da swore I had asthma as my breath came out Missing you, feeling like the Lord did me bad But somewhat greater later when he made me dad Bittersweet symphony simply played in pain Encored by the tears that I strain to contain But sometimes I can't help it, sometimes im so selfish Feeling like God dont love you like I do Georgia |
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