Doc Rich - Southern Uncomfort Lyrics

Yo, y'all know what time it is

Understand why my Gramps used to drink moonshine
Worked like a slave just tried to free his mind
He had to sharecrop, he worked the land
By the sweat of his brow, the callus of the his hand

Couldn't do it by himself naw his kids had to help
All nine, all day, all work, and no play
Never got to rest til the clouds turned gray
Rain fell from the skies had tears in their eyes

Heads hung low when it came christmas season
Never made a profit did good to break even
Man them days will never be forgotten
Went to school half the year, the other half they picked cotton
Hand me down books White kids didn't need, didn't read
Low on food, the older kids wouldn't feed
I'm on the soil where the slaves use to bleed,
Now they build businesses where their graves use to be

I grew up, muddy south Tennessee
Keep you mentally entrapped, yet the body walks free
It rarely gets cold, cause it's so close to hell
Now people snort the same s**** they once used to sell
If I wrote a novel, couldn't keep it on the shelves
Pain and the sorrow, the south where I dwell

Back down memory lane
I could feel my mothers pain
She didn't have to say a word
It was running through my veins
Back down memory lane
It's the song of the south
Don't know what you talking
Keep our name out your mouth

My pops didn't make a lot, but enough
Still at times it got rough, it was just the four of us
I wrote rhymes, it kept my mind off material
Last four days had bologna and cereal
No Jordans, the plain ole Nikes
No Schwinn like my friends, I had a plain ole bike
But I never did complain, I took what I could get
Cause I knew some other kids that never got s***.

In the south you better learn to take the sweet with the bitter
Cause the Whites don't like Blacks and the Blacks hate the n*****
Sat on the mourners bench been mourning ever since
Way done in the water, we still get slaughtered
I meditate and I pray to the Father
Just want to make it better for our sons and our daughters.

Back down memory lane
I could feel my mothers pain
She didn't have to say a word
It was running through my veins
Back down memory lane
It's the song of the south
Don't know what you talking
Keep our name out y'all mouth

I'm asking God how could this be?
The one that birthed me, fell sick with a disease
I'm down on my knees, begging please!
Take away her pain and give it to me
Some things in life just ain't plain to see
So many nights I cried in my sleep
It took me awhile, now I'm back on my feet, time heals wounds, mine so deep
My therapy, bless over beats
Soul still strong, mind feel weak
You spit death, I stress peace
My last breath, hope that it reach
Middle of a storm, I bring the heat
Children of the corn, mark of the beast
God granted me, wisdom to teach
When will we ever learn?
Violence never cease
Under martial law, silence in the streets
Give it to you raw, my pain and grief

Back down memory lane
I could feel my mothers pain
She didn't have to say a word
It was running through my veins
Back down memory lane
It's the song of the south
Don't know what you talking
Keep our name out y'all mouth

Back down memory lane
I could feel my mothers pain
She didn't have to say a word
It was running through my veins
Back down memory lane
It's the song of the south
Don't know what you talking
Keep our name out y'all mouth

M.O.S.