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