Wrong Path - Eric Biddines, Kendra Williams

Awhole lotta bullshit that’s on my mind.

so I gotta to clear my throatz.

see the long way most of my folks done Came on down.

sacrafice never fake the

funk.

cuz my ken jumped off the porch.

had one little dream live life till he

dead and gone.

till a weekend came somebody say he took his shoes.

he was no where near the store

See the south got plenty more.

and we got good ideas and a lot to boast.

but when it get about time for a nigga to get his credit right.

they act like they don’t know.

see the fact I grew up poe.

with a big front

yard.

grass it ain’t even much grow.

grandma lived right next to us made grits.

on a old steel wood stove

See the way We raised Tho.

much ain’t paid for.

ain’t much ain’t earned.

still gotta feed you cheurn.

ain’t got no car just walk and the sun gone burn.

momma said you gone learn.

I guess I did.

look at all the hate I earned on a

back of a bus like we ain’t free.

driver got a brand new perm

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Kelly

Yeah we ain’t playing round here.

it’s a whole lot we can talk about im bout to

make this clear

In dirty south.

we love to talk about rim.

got soul food, our own slang.

we educate our self

South got sum to say

South got sum to say

Don’t know what you hear or spoke about

See the south got none to loose.

And all to gain, I’m the first be the one to

prove.

most states based off the trade of black slaves.

Government document the

proof

In the end we still in chains.

I don’t own my name.

had to give away it too

The soil we grow this cotton on.

Caint even buy you a shirt or two

The man will push you down you gotta hold your crown know when to fold and

leave.

say shit when a folk ain’t talking to you mind yours.

used to be hung on

tree’s

Now we talk bout lavish things cuz a nigga ain’t never have shit.

got a mouth full of gold two grand in tattoos cuz we don’t even wanna be

missed.

ain’t that a bitch

Lend you a pot to piss in a window with no curtain screen.

no money saved for

things to get fixed, but yet you got you an ounce of weed

Got mouths to feed.

your land lord came.

need a oil change.

and the bathroom

run like a marathon chewing on sugar cane

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