CunninLynguists - Georgia lyrics

Georgia georgia
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)

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 culprit's
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

Georgia georgia
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)

Yo, I'm not talking about a state
I'm talking about the state my
Life was lived in some years ago
When this pain was fresh on me
I couldn't of did this verse
Know what I'm saying?
But, I can do it for y'all now (Georgia)

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 behaved 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 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 my 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)