Artist: Yelawolf
Album:  To Whom It May Concern {S}
Song:   To Whom It May Concern
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: Yelawolf]
So I had a phone call with a good friend of mine the other night
And umm, it seems that I've created some confusion
He told me straight up, "People don't know you like I do, man"
I guess I haven't said enough
Or maybe I've said too much, I don't know
But I don't wanna leave any stone unturned
Or no questions about who I am, or what I represent
So here you go

[Yelawolf]
I grew up in the deep gutter
Raised by wolves, church steeples and a single white mother
Taught to be blind to any color
by hippies who been smokin weed
since the '60s with "Dukes of Hazzard" for bed covers
Rock-n-roll, country music and cocaine
One hand on the Bible and the Ouija board in the other
The irony of it all is so thick
that a fly would get stuck in the thin air of that dope smoke
Lynyrd Skynyrd and Michael Jackson, practicin moonwalkin
with a broomstick in the kitchen, poppin and lockin
No BET on television, we didn't have it
We had the rabbits, the tin foil
Mason jar on the counter full of bacon oil
Now lookin back, talkin 'bout freedom, yeah you were spoiled
Oblivious to the hideous crimes from the insidious minds
that took place right below us on the Southern soil
The blood and the pain left a recoil
The creekwater's holdin secrets
Ghosts of Confederate veterans in the wind
Backwoods are haunted with the death and the sin
Slave ships carried the lost souls
Wicked white men slaughterin angels for a fuckin bar code
We buried these wicked ways, the world is still turnin
And these motherfuckers with they crosses is still burnin
Yeah I seen 'em at the courthouse
Not really sure what they're tryin to prove still
Jumped up on mountains they're still tryin to move hills
And their daughters probably listen to Dru Hill
Pussy hotter than blue steel for Dru Hill
So Jesus come take the wheel - no, you steer drunk
The youth here are punks, the truth here it come
I'll show you how these country folks +Pop That Trunk+
Uhh, and my honesty is modest
To tell the whole truth, yeah I've pondered and I've pondered
To be spit at and called a wigger from who you considered
a father at 14'll make you wonder and you wonder
Yeah, that's hard to hear, ain't it?
But at that very moment my picture got painted
Call it God, call it what you will
But I knew the South was sick still and in need of some changes
So I, took it upon myself to adpot all of the outcasts
I took the American and the Confederate flag
Threw it in my back pocket, I even went and got tats
and carried them like a shield for the shit that once held me back
And these redneck brothers of mine playin that Three 6
In a fuckin cornfield in big trucks with lift kits
Oblivious to the beauty of juxtaposition
They had no idea how special it was to witness
Them in deep Alabama playin Snoop and Group Home
Big Hank and Metallica, I discovered a new zone
And Catfish Billy, a way for me to talk about it
From then on I was questioned and highly doubted
by my peers, who didn't understand that all these years
we'd been the brunt of the jokes, America made it clear
that we were backwards, wrong, behind, and segregated
So I decided that Yelawolf would go make it
more obvious that we've grown, I polished up my tone
I signed to Shady and brought a record deal home
Look momma no hands, I'm comin up, yeah I'm grown
Respect from the O.G.s, co-signin my songs
First it was Bun B, then Raekwon and T.I.P.
Then all of these MC's wanted features from me
But I was a live wire, my tongue was a fuckin blade
to these critics who didn't get it, the clips from the grenade
in my teeth, a little too unique
The market for me was smaller than some thought it would be
Even me, so I looked in the mirror
Saw the Jordans, the gold chain, my shirt Pantera
Rebel flag in my pocket, RED tattooed on my neck
Heart of Dixie across the stomach and it ain't clicked yet?
Maybe I wore the wrong shoes back to the woods
Because these suede #5's can't get wet
Maybe it's somethin I need to go figure out on my own
So after "Radioactive" I took my shit back home
Disappeared from the world, became increasingly different
Tuned in every once in a while to see who was spittin
But mainly I was in Nashville gettin back to my roots
Explorin music with "Love Story", I made it my truth
Dropped a single called "Till It's Gone" and travelled the globe
I started seein rebel flags everywhere at my shows
I didn't think nothin of it, I assumed that they get it
I'm on some New South shit, but I have to admit it
I saw the posts up on Instagram proclaimin I'm racist
and that I'm fucked in the head and I don't know where my place is
I started takin it personal cause I treat people equal
Homie, I got mixed kids and music is how I feed 'em
Lo and behold as I'm sayin this I discover this evil
white boy went in a church and killed nine innocent people
Goddamn, hold on, moment of silence...

Nine innocent church-goin people get murdered, there's not a word I can utter
There's not a rhyme I can say, there ain't no fixin that EVER!
Those people brutally slain, and I refuse to see ways
to justify all the blame, that motherfucker's insane!
I got so mad at my own image, I took down merch
No explainin it now, it's only makin it worse!
This fuckin coward, this criminal's just a puppet, a mental case
But the truth is the truth, he did it because of race
There's nothin I can describe the shame that I felt inside
A white boy with the flag committed this homicide
I tried so long to defend the South, and yes it was my decision
My interviews broke on the internet, you can see my vision
I never thought myself to be like a politician
Just a witness to the sickness, the kindlin was in the bridge and the bricks
that I laid to the road that I built from the love and the wisdom
I'm tryin to find my way, but now I'm feelin imprisoned
from the stereotypes - I was prepared for the fight
Hell, I'll be stereotyped until my burial site
I married a loaded gun, when I married this mic
Ain't playin Russian Roulette, ain't playin 'round with my life
Cause what I cannot lose is the respect that I've gained
Friendships I cherish, fuck the money and fame
Black American culture is in the thread of my veins
It's rock-n-roll 'til I die, I'm just a rebel in shame
Yes I apologize, for me and anybody with that flag
Honestly any proud Southerner is sad
How do you think I feel when I look at my granddad
imagining him dead because of that piece of trash?
I got nephews, nieces, who need this
peace between this, but media is fiendish
So if you feel like you're above it or beneath it
Have a logical mind about who your team is
And when you look at me dawg
Don't look at me like another branch off a tree log
I took this shit and balanced it the best that I could
Try to hold up the wood of America's old see-saw
But this ain't "Hee Haw" with MeMaw
We ain't on "The Cosby Show" - are we bro?
Daddy may give a goodnight kiss, but I can promise you this
that you ain't promised tomorrow
I wish I could go back to the innocence
I remember my friends with no differences
But pigment is relative, isn't it?
Maybe by 2050 we'll be over it
Big KRIT, I love you homie, keep killin shit
You inspired this verse, I got your back and let's live with this
It is what it is, we cannot fix all this ignorance
Slumerican flags up, it's over, I'm endin this