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Yelawolf

Genres: Hip-Hop

To Whom It May Concern Lyrics - Yelawolf

So I had a phone call with a good friend of mine the other night 

And, um, it seems that I've created some confusion 

He told me straight up, people don't know you like I do, man 

I guess I haven't said enough, or maybe I've said too much, I don't know 

But I don't wanna leave any stone unturned or no questions about who I am 

Or what I represent 

So here you go... 

 

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I grew up in the deep gutter 

Raised by wolves, church steeples, and a single white mother 

Taught to be blind to any colour by hippies who been smoking weed since the '60s 

With Dukes of Hazzard for bed covers 

Rock'n'roll, country music, and cocaine 

One hand on the Bible and the ouija board in the other 

The irony of it all is so thick that a fly would get stuck in the thin air of that dope smoke 

Lynyrd Skynyrd and Michael Jackson 

Practicing moonwalking with a broomstick in the kitchen, popping and locking 

No BET on television, we didn't have it, we had the rabbits 

The 10-4, mason jar on the counter full of bacon oil 

Now looking back, talking 'bout freedom, yeah you were spoiled 

Oblivious to the hideous crimes from the insidious minds 

That took place right below us on the Southern soil 

The blood and the pain left a recoil 

The creekwater's holding secrets 

Ghosts of Confederate veterans in the wind 

Backwoods are haunted with the death and the sin 

Slave ships carried the lost souls 

Wicked white men slaughtering angels for a fucking bar code 

We buried these wicked ways, the world is still turning 

And these motherfuckers with they crosses is still burning 

Yeah, I seen 'em at the courthouse 

Not really sure what they're trying to prove still 

Jumped up on mountains they're still trying to move hills 

And their daughters probably listen to Dru Hill 

Pussy hotter than blue steel for Dru Hill 

So Jesus come take the wheel 

No, you steer drunk 

The youth here're punks 

The truth here it come 

I'll show you how these country folks pop that trunk 

Uh, and my honesty is modest 

To tell the whole truth yeah I've pondered and I've pondered 

To be spit at and called a wigger from who you considered a father at 14 

'll make you wonder, and you wonder 

Yeah, that's hard to hear, ain't it 

But at that very moment my picture got painted 

Call it God, call it what you will 

But I knew the South was sick still and in need of some changes 

So I took it upon myself to adpot all of the outcasts 

I took the American and the Confederate flag 

Threw it in my back pocket, I even went and got tatts 

And carried them like a shield for the shit that once held me back 

And these redneck brothers of mine, playin' that 3.6 

In a fucking cornfield, in big trucks with lift kits 

Oblivious to the beauty of juxtaposition 

They had no idea how special it was to witness 

Them in deep Alabama playing Snoop and Group Home 

Big Hank and Metallica, I discovered a new zone 

And Catfish Billy, a way for me to talk about it 

From them on I was questioned and highly doubted by my peers 

Who didn't understand that all these years we'd been the brunt of the jokes 

America made it clear that we were backwards, wrong, behind, and segregated 

So I decided that Yelawolf would go make it more obvious that we've grown 

I polished up my tone, I signed to Shady and brought a record deal home 

Look mama, no hands, I'm coming up, yeah I'm grown 

Respect from the OGs, cosigning my songs 

First it was Bun B, then Raekwon, and TIP 

Then all of these MCs wanted features from me 

But I was a live wire, my tongue was a fuckin' blade to these critics 

Who didn't get it, the clips from the grenade in my teeth 

A little too unique, the market for me was smaller than some thought it would be 

Even me so I looked in the mirror 

Saw the Jordans, the gold chain, my shirt—Pantera 

Rebel flag in my pocket, RED tattooed on my neck 

Heart of Dixie across the stomach and it ain't clicked yet? 

Maybe I wore the wrong shoes back to the woods because these suede No. 5s can't get wet 

Maybe it's something I need to go figure out on my own 

So after Radioactive I took my shit back home 

Disappeared from the world, became increasingly different 

Tuned in every once in a while to see who was spitting 

But mainly I was in Nashville getting back to my roots 

Explorin' music with Love Story, I made it my truth 

Dropped a single called Til It's Gone and travelled the globe 

I started seeing rebel flags everywhere at my shows 

I didn't think nothing of it, I assumed that they get it 

I'm on some New South shit, but I have to admit it 

I saw the posts up on Instagram proclaiming I'm racist 

And that I'm fucked in the head and I don't know where my place is 

I started taking it personal 'cause I treat people equal 

Homie, I got mixed kids and music is how I feed 'em 

Lo and behold as I'm saying this I discover this evil 

White boy went in a church and killed 9 innocent people 

Goddamn, hold on, moment of silence 

Nine innocent church going people get murdered 

There's not a word I can utter, there's not a rhyme I can say 

There ain't no fixing that ever, those people brutally slain 

And I refuse to see ways to justify all the blame 

That motherfucker's insane 

I got so mad at my own image, I took down merch 

No explaining it now, it's only making it worse 

This fucking coward, this criminal's, just a puppet, a mental case 

But the truth is the truth, he did it because of race 

There's nothing I can describe, the shame that I felt inside 

A white boy with the flag committed this homicide 

I tried solo to defend the South, and yes it was my decision 

My interviews broke on the internet, you can see my vision 

I never thought myself to be like a politician, just a witness to the sickness 

The kindling was in the bridge and the bricks that I laid to the road 

That I built from the love and the wisdom 

I'm trying to find my way 

But now I'm feeling imprisoned from the stereotypes 

I was prepared for the fight 

Hell, I'll be stereotyped until my burial site 

I married a loaded gun when I married this mic 

Ain't playing Russian roulette, ain't playing 'round with my life 

'Cause what I cannot lose is the respect that I've gained 

Friendships I cherish, fuck the money and fame 

Black American culture is in the thread of my veins 

It's rock'n'roll till I die, I'm just a rebel in shame 

Yes I apologize for me and anybody with that flag 

Honestly, any proud Southerner is sad 

How do you think I feel when I look at my grandad 

Imagining him dead because of that piece of trash 

I got nephews, nieces, who need this, peace between this 

But media is fiendish 

So if you feel like you're above it or beneath it 

Have a logical mind about who your team is 

And when you look at me, dawg, don't look at me like another branch off a tree 

Lord, I took this shit and balanced it the best that I could 

Try to hold up the wood of America's old see-saw 

But this ain't Hee Haw with MeMaw 

We ain't on the Cosby Show, are we, bro 

Daddy may give a goodnight kiss, but I can promise you this 

That you ain't promised tomorrow 

I wish I could go back to the innocence 

I remember my friends with no differences 

But pigment is relative, isn't it 

Maybe by 2050 we'll be over it 

Big KRIT, I love you homie, keep killin' shit 

You inspired this verse, I got your back and let's live with this 

It is what it is, we cannot fix all this ignorance 

Slumerican flags up, it's over, I'm ending this 

 

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