Tales From The South - Bobby Sessions

Mm, yeah

Yeah

I remember when I heard the gunshots

In the mornin', two o’clock, talkin' to my uncle Fox

Round the corner, but I never saw the cops

Only because they sellin' rocks

Shootin' dice in the corner Friday night

If I win I can buy a Cheeto with a Sprite

If I lose then crack on

So I better roll a seven, or sobriety forget it

For my loved ones needa buzz quick

Ronald Reagan not my hero or no man I uplift

You can idolize that, and make drug deal

If you wanna get that Escalade with the chrome rim

If you wanna be gettin' paid with the gold grill

Just want respect and all that came with thuggin'

Father yank me by the collar, «Bobby, get your grades up»

Bags in my potential, quit with all that dumb shit

Tales from the South

Tales from the South, South

Lunch break at my job, the grocery store

Scannin' social media hurt me for sure

Twitter showed me «Man killed by the police»

South Dallas, people wyilin', they caused a riot

Women screamin', men shoutin' «Stop the violence»

Stomach turnin', returnin' back on the clock

Stockin' frozen meat, just happy to be alive

Got the coldest feet, I got texts from my mom

Read «Give me a call», I left

Went to the bathroom, stepped in the stall

Felt somethin' was wrong

The Lord just took (Mm)

How did he die?

He got shot

In July, by the cops

2012, lightbulb went off

Connect the dots, what the fuck?

You messin' with my spirit

Findin' out your cousin died through Twitter

Tales from the South

Tales from the South, South

Yeah

Wrote a letter to my uncle in a pen

I ain’t spoke to him in like ten years

I heard you on the phone, talkin' to my mom

Put me on the line, askin' how I been

I said «Man, I been fine, thanks for askin' me»

I ask him how he been, he said

«Fantastic, we happy to see you shine

Your mother sent me the article

Hear your name on the radio, damn

Face is on TV now?

Man, that shit is amazin'

Know I’m proud of you

Your parents proud of you too

God lookin' down on you

Rappin', that’s what you do

That entertainment biz, heard it’s filled up with snakes

Learn they languages, don’t let them take no food off your plate

I might be back before your granny dies

That judge done did me wrong because she gave me life

This shit ain’t right, but I’ll salute you

Choose how your story end

Life in prison, though I was salutatorian»

Tales from the South

Tales from the South, South

Yeah, we from the South-South, South-South

South-South, South-South

Yeah, from the South-South, South-South

South-South, South-South

Yeah, from the South-South, South-South

South-South, South-South

South-South, South-South

South-South, South-South

Yeah, from the South-South, South-South

South-South, South-South

South-South, South-South

South-South, South-South

Yeah