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I guess it has been a minute And the south paw aint felt right without the pen in it Sent for incentive and sittin' submissive But nothin' bringin' Jimmy back, you know that - prayin' a waste of wishes I made a decision - carry on, honor lives in the deed Though the muse moves in decreased speed Due to the wait, my dude lose patience with me? Favor the Blue, you knew what I was trainin' to be I came for the takin' of something they aint seen back in Henry The proximity to Knox's Fort's not given any but Cause to envy - Lord when have we fought the enemy With more that afforded, we're stormin' the port of entry In memory of the James Clan, my symphony of the Flames fan to conquer, when the song come on - pay the band Send a percentage back, Oldham owed, factor in estate tax Or waive it if it goes to pave Tobacco Road Some memories I kept Others left, others I must have let go to protect Hold a check for the row I set - ready? No, not yet Well lemme know and I'll return to collect They never found me 'cause Valerie's boy had a different rhythm to play to And he gon' use his tools to break through Mindful of the nights in that state, who they say life is what you make it When really life is what makes you SongtextePayin' homage, with a big nod to Aubrey The schools failed me, thank God the farm taught me The value of a calloused hand, how to work and plow this land How even a modest crop will make your pop the proudest man Harvest of a thousand fans, sans a gram of seeds broadcast Through loud speakers, in the weeds I was born last Profound effect on my volume, plus the readiness to fill it In the field you should hear what they call 'em Regardless I should have spent another year on the bottom tier Instead of trynna dodge what it was I thought got 'em here 89 the number, 84 lumber - another summer Fightin' for cash to mash on the likening Of cycles I've seen - those not keen on college Lost direction or went to be correctional officers No opportunity was offered us, I had my sights on Being gone 'fore they cut the lights on, Ryan's song Right or wrong, tie it tighter, I'm tired of buying into Guidance gone awry, my father fought it with firearms and Died in the trauma the violence spawned a child of drama No wonder he's prone to wander, knowin' his home is haunted Prayin' that over yonder they still know How much I love 'em I just had to go, had it with the status quo They're askin' me if I'll be back when I'm old In fact, no - these are my last tracks along Tobacco Road But I'll forever call it home And I feel it whenever I call home (X4) Aus Songtexte Mania