Artist: Yelawolf f/ Bones Owens Album: Trial By Fire Song: True to Yourself Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Yelawolf] Here we go to church on Sunday morning, hangovers on 'em Whiskey pourin out of skin, it's like a poison Beer-soaked boots from the bar room floor It's perfume to a sinner, it's allurin Prophet for the slums, prayer for the dark Barber straight razor blade, pocket watch Rings on every finger, sacrificial skin Story written in his blood, he's akin To animals and criminals alike, hood Project, trailer park, Backwoods Sprinkles of the cocaine in his nails Tank full of propane on the shelf Fire's in the soul, the child is now a man The enemies of good, now become a friend Watchin God play his life violin happily, an instrumental in the wind You will never fit, you're a misfit You're a quiet voice no matter how loud you get Despite the effort, you remain reckless You remain helpless in the same outfit As your father did before, you're a song Better sing the praises of the written wrongs Only time will kill your spirit if you let it fall And that's why there's [Chorus: Bones Owens] There's no time at all, no time like now To get on the road, if you wanna get out You got to be true, true to yourself Or you'll be a fool, to somebody else [Yelawolf] The rifle's in the corner, money on the table Cellophane sacks, baby's in the cradle Chevy's in the drive, cranked and ready for him Lights a cigarette, ashes on the floor And takes another toke, smoke fills the room Sun sets behind the clouds, heavy gloom Cops on the run, sirens in the distance Wild small town, violent and resistant In the street they rage and fight, any given night It's just another reason for a killin Brave the cold and lock the door cause it's war Storm filled with crime, only safe in buildings Made of brick and mortar, brick of thick morals Ain't got brick and mortar? Steel will support 'em Steel with the trigger finger, take your life Billy in the basement, wasted, makin pipe Bombs take it light, wrong take it real Take a quarter pound of dope and make a deal Take the front son, run for the hills Cowards under power, make sonic seals Cast a shadow over underprivileged minds While they're chasin money, hit some basic rhyme If the world gives you pen and paper draw the line Because there's no time [Chorus] {*instrumental break for 40 seconds*} [Chorus]