Yelawolf - Bible Belt lyrics

Welcome to the Wolf cave! YelaWolf!
Me my man, Ben Hameen gA, 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 spirit's 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 shit
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 mama
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 mama
But, I ain't throwin' up my hands mama
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

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