Kendra Williams - Wrong Path lyrics

Verse:1 Awhole lotta bullsh** that's on my mind. so I gotta to clear my throatz. see the long way most of my folks done Came on down. sacrafice never fake the funk. cuz my ken jumped off the porch. had one little dream live life till he dead and gone. till a weekend came somebody say he took his shoes. he was no where near the store See the south got plenty more. and we got good ideas and a lot to boast. but when it get about time for a n***a to get his credit right. they act like they don't know. see the fact I grew up poe. with a big front yard. gra** it ain't even much grow. grandma lived right next to us made grits. on a old steel wood stove See the way We raised Tho. much ain't paid for. ain't much ain't earned. still gotta feed you cheurn. ain't got no car just walk and the sun gone burn. momma said you gone learn. I guess I did. look at all the hate I earned on a back of a bus like we ain't free. driver got a brand new perm Hook: Kelly Yeah we ain't playing round here. it's a whole lot we can talk about im bout to make this clear In dirty south. we love to talk about rim. got soul food, our own slang. we educate our self South got sum to say South got sum to say Don't know what you hear or spoke about Verse 2: See the south got none to loose. And all to gain, I'm the first be the one to prove. most states based off the trade of black slaves. Government document the proof In the end we still in chains. I don't own my name. had to give away it too The soil we grow this cotton on. Caint even buy you a shirt or two The man will push you down you gotta hold your crown know when to fold and leave. say sh** when a folk ain't talking to you mind yours. used to be hung on tree's Now we talk bout lavish things cuz a n***a ain't never have sh**. got a mouth full of gold two grand in tattoos cuz we don't even wanna be missed. ain't that a b**h Lend you a pot to piss in a window with no curtain screen. no money saved for things to get fixed, but yet you got you an ounce of weed Got mouths to feed. your land lord came. need a oil change. and the bathroom run like a marathon chewing on sugar cane Hook: