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Georgia (Remix)
[hook] Georgia, the clay is runnin red from the blood that done been shed down in Georgia, now we weepin to the sound From the color of the ground down in
Kno: Georgia, my state, my home For seventeen 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 Red clay stained the soul of a fool My grandparents told me the goal that you choose When you realize the world's only open to few Will measure your worth, tether your hurt It's the same search that can lead you to church But if they have time to hate a whole race How do y'all have the mind to tell me bout my faith? Do y'all have time to discuss god's grace If you're too busy studyin 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 Throwin rocks at statues of southern role models Used 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 they skin So when i think back to the clay that raised me I thank god for the strong man it made me
Natti: I'm not talkin about a state I'm talkin about the state my life was left in See, years ago when this pain was fresh on me I couldn't have did this verse I'ma do it for y'all now 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 the 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 holdin 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, feelin like the lord did me bad But somewhat greater later when he made me dad Bittersweet symphony simply played in my pain Encored by the tears that i strain to contain But sometimes i can't help it, sometimes i'm so selfish Feelin like god don't love you like i do Georgia
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