She gave Alabama Connect Oh you wanna know about the south Ok play them the Dirty South
Welcome home then
Welcome to the cold hard truth Bama Dead Native Americans spirits swarm through the foothills And whisper through the weeping willows It moves like a water rapid dancing through your meadows Diming lights from thick fog and gravel paths
Footprints of a ghost in the wet grass That lead into invisible prison cells past The weird rust is symbolic of the blood bath Just take a look The younger generations are committing the worst crimes They lost in a tangle of evident guidelines
Controlled by the unseen and claim one king And worship a image despite lies and covered schemes The halt puts a chill in the midnight breeze Scavengers on the hunt get whatever is free
The breath of the devil throwing metal debris at lost sons Caught in the wilderness of the south you better Run for the ditch there's locusts in the sky
Hide in the cellar propellers are humming by In the Bible Belt
In the Bible Belt
Freight trains shaking the walls and taking lives Stain glass breaking the steeple's on fire In the Bible Belt
In the Bible Belt
Welcome to my land my home Bama Where the clouds turn green Where The Clan marches up and down the small town streets Where cops look for excitement Where the oak tree split and burn form the blue lightning Where the plantation still stands as an undying reminder Where the Rebel flag waves as an undying reminder
Some try to find there way out It ain't easy The economy's bad and most searching for a freebie In fact hustlers of every color stay lookin' for the cracks and loopholes They stoop low and do jacks With new clothes and shoes Hoes they turn tricks And follow each other cause momma just don't give a **** See black lights and incense they feel roused Cause no church can soul search like mushrooms So young minds they do lines to feel numb Caught in the wilderness of the south you better Run for the ditch there's locusts in the sky
Hide in the cellar propellers are humming by In the Bible Belt
In the Bible Belt
Freight trains shaking the walls and taking lives Stain glass breaking the steeple's on fire In the Bible Belt
In the Bible Belt
Like a thick black cloud of smoke is drifting over the evergreens The air we breathe ain't safe no more momma Naw They polluted the whole city mamma The whole city is Filled with thoughts education and short dreams The youth dying to live be all it seems To be all that we have momma
But I ain't throwin' up my hands momma No I an't throwin' up my hands To many grand schemes I must speak To get free in my mind If I can free my body Then I write my song alone in the seas And put a message in the bottle For the broken seas to reach everybody I know it's impossible But I hope these words convey to hit one soul To eternally echo through my home and known With the roots of a child with a son that ain't done You better run for the ditch there's locusts in the sky
Hide in the cellar propellers are humming by In the Bible Belt
In the Bible Belt
Freight trains shaking the walls and taking lives Stain glass breaking the steeple's on fire In the Bible Belt
In the Bible Belt
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