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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 !@%!e 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 ^!$$% 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 (*##$ 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