Artist: Yelawolf Album: Trial By Fire Song: Son of a Gun Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Yelawolf] I look in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started Small town Alabama, from city life we departed Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and dark To a little boy catchin the bus to school, 5:30 sharp I used to make up songs to keep my mind from wonderin what was in the woods waitin for me, my stomach still rumblin from the cereal diet, even though momma was tryin to do the best that she could, alcohol made her violent Her boyfriend was a prick, probably 26 Barely looked my direction and really didn't do shit My animosity grew along with my anger and impatience Disaster in school, my teachers knew I was trouble waitin And I did too, admittedly but I liked it Maybe I had to accept, I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family orientated stuff But I never thought that I had it rough I embraced it honestly cause I knew how different I was It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and loved I never knew my daddy but they said that I was the same And what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne, here come the heavy rain [Chorus: Yelawolf] Cause I'm the lightning to your storm The blood stain after a dog fight The tornado to your alarm Your hangover, after a long night I'm the snake out of your barn That one mistake you ever did right The gunpowder to your drum I'm your son The son of a gun {*gun cocks, BLAM*} Son of a gun {*BLAM*} Son of a gun {*BLAM*} Son of a gun {*gun cocks, BLAM*} [Yelawolf] If life is but a dream I'm up the creek in a paddle boat Stream full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes up high and up over Mississippi to see the ocean So here I go floatin, yeah, but I made it a habit though 19 and tattooed, hell raising The neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the vagrants Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash slingin nickels Makin nothin and breakin even, just do it for tickles Nashville's under icicles, the methadone's penetratin Extasy hungry, bait as an experimentation No more chocolate chip cookies, and porcelain jars Morbid and dark are my role models and old-school cars Sickening and I'm lovin it, I'm basking in half of it Backstrokin in sinnin ways, a dagger to pastors I never knew my daddy but they said that I was the same And what a shame, here come the cocaine in the heavy rain [Chorus] [Yelawolf] And you can tell that I still don't give a fuck Still drinkin whiskey, I'm half a bottle already down Slumerican-made man, criminals all around Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good luck Livin a story usin my war as my shield The truth examined and recreated, the following's real Plenty of fatherless children fill up the pit in the building Usin the mind for the feelin, it's just like poppin a pill And I'm takin it in, lost and makin a win Thanks for the poems that you inspired, I'm rakin it in Never heard you say "Give me five" so make it a ten Keep the change cause I'm ballin, look at the bastard of him When I went to jail for the first time, I thought about you Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumors are true Cause when I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came Trial by fire, pain, heavy rain [Chorus]