Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tobacco Road, artist - Common Market. Album song Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SCIONtific
Song language: English
Tobacco Road |
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 |
Payin' 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 |