South - Che Lingo

Man, I grew up in the south

Made a man out of a mouse

Barely talk about my life though

No matter how had it might go

Keep it inside, oh

Don’t mean it’s right though

South, south, south, south, south

South, south, south

I grew up in the south, south, south, south, south

South, south, south

Where I grew up it was tests, bare trials and tribulations

Bro got post-traumatic stress from violent situations

I was that kid on the left with a objected observation

Grandma spoiled me to death, distracted me from danger

She knew I could end up

She don’t say too many prayers

Had to mind where I was playin'

Cah when hunger turned to hatred

Ain’t no curfew worth debatin'

Any bed I make, I lay in

I could slip and end up sleep

There’s no pillows on these pavements

Still my family did their best

My father’s spot was vacant

We know where the nitties cotched

Dirty sheets and no newspapers

‘Member this one day I got robbed

Thirteen, walkin' ‘round my block

He said, «Blud, what phone you got?»

No fear clocked but I felt naked

Man, I grew up in the south (Man, I grew up in the south)

Made a man out of a mouse (Made a man out of a mouse)

Barely talk about my life though

No matter how had it might go

Keep it inside, oh

Don’t mean it’s right though

South, south, south, south, south

South, south, south

I grew up in the south, south, south, south, south

South, south, south

Yo, where I’m from, you learn to mind your business and write your lyrics

I don’t wanna bury no more bredrins or write to prisons

I ain’t tryna see my family argue or fight for pittance

Yo, they always say revenge is sweet, not like forgiveness

I left home when I was seventeen, blud, despite my feelings

Hate to say that it was meant to be, but I’ve been thinkin'

'Bout my past and all these memories that drive all my decisions

I pray Jesus take the steerin' wheel and swerve them spiteful bitches

I got people I can never let down (Never let down)

Their physical bein' ain’t here but they watch from the Heaven in clouds

(Heaven in clouds)

It’s difficult seein' it clear with all these smoke and mirrors

Broken pictures, dusty baggies, woeful sinners

Me included, system says we’ve both been victims

Moved around so much in my teenage years

I swear down I still got motion sickness

Home, I missed it, so nostalgic and so distinctive

Dirty football boots in Banana Park, now the goals are different

Fuck what’s in your bag, man, my soul the richest

I grew up in the south (I grew up in the south)

Made a man out of a mouse (Made a man out of a mouse)

Barely talk about my life though

No matter how had it might go

Keep it inside, oh

Don’t mean it’s right though

South, south, south, south, south

South, south, south

I grew up in the south, south, south, south, south

South, south, south

I know exactly what the streets are missin', yeah, yeah

Put pen to paper tryna beat the system, yeah, yeah

I speak a prayer for my G’s, I miss ‘em, yeah, yeah

Then I hit the road and I complete the mission, yeah, yeah

My homie told me, «Bro, you be protected, yeah, yeah

Just be the voice we need and keep ascendin', yeah, yeah

We’ve been through struggles, learned some deeper lessons, yeah, yeah

So go remind them what they be forgettin'

Bro, you a legend

And you’re straight out of the south»