[Hook] Georgia (x2) The clay is running red from the blood that done been shed down in (Georgia) Now we weeping to the sound from the color of the ground down in (Georgia)
[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 It's that same search that can lead you to church But if they have the time to hate a whole race How do y'all have the mind to tell me about my faith? Do y'all have time to discuss God's grace If you're too busy studying the color of a face? I don't follow man to avoid the disgrace of The close-minded 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 too much love to ever get swallowed 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
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[Natti] Yo, I'm not talking about a state I'm talking about a state my life was lived in Some years ago, when this pain was fresh on me I couldn't did this verse, know what I'm saying? But I can do it for y'all now (Georgia)
[Verse 2: Natti] Lee Andrews, raised a man wearing dad's pants plus her shoes Never wavered in faith in her loving embrace That Garnett Lamar Bush would find a way to be great Even after plenty meals off juvie 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 milk 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 I'm so selfish Feeling like God don't love you like I do (Georgia)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
