SylenceThePOET:

pimps n macs
fleetwood cadillacs
bass bumping from trunks
deafening the silent cries of a gansters nightmares
we push weight by the day
to supplement graveyard minimum wage
i think i gotta quote Kanye
"cuz a nigga can't shine on $6.55"
invest our change
in shiny thangs
from bass boats to white gold
the dirtroads behold
the secret to the south
fine dimes sip watermelon wine
and occasionally
'back that thang up'
home grown
and well known
go from ignorant
to 50 cent
sell yo voice to the air
and cop that crib with the pool
put the AC on blast
cuz man
alabama summer's will kill yo ass
and stay out the grass
time for the fire ants to come back
crank up the bass
drop the top and ride
jump nawth on '65
head up to the A'
hey, today's a good day

  Mr. RTJ:

Pimping Chevy's on 24's
Tahoe's bassing
Raised doors
Chrome glistening passed all the corner stores
Girls listening
Guys whistling
Numbers exchanged from the half nude
But never call out whores to the shawtys persued
Just whore the sidewalks with that sticky-icky
Smoke through a tint
Never nit-picky
It's finna go down like VA's South on ol' 9-5...

  SylenceThePOET:

no no now
wait a minute
....
....
Nah, I'm not feeling it
Just cause we're from the south don't mean all we have to say is
clothes hoes and 24's
ayo
lets flip this joint!

  Mr. RTJ:

Aight bet
...
Ayo check that when we wreck our society
It's not by choice
It's because the community chose not to hear when our actions were voiced
Then it's soon to be the negativity in the media will raise and hoist
Because baby girl
She was tricked to the ways that got her inbetweens moist
Then the floodgates became opened
Aboard the ship the sailor and his crew of white seamen
Baby girl didn't even see when his canon when blast
As he was out with the night
Hit and run drive by that kept driving passed
But don't think to fast as that's not the last of she
Alas
She uses her twist of fate to attend college in the community
Earning that associates degree
A better life she thinks "maybe"
Girl with child now became consious from the baby

  SylenceThePOET:

Community colleges
trying to get a scholarship
we all got a dream
but not alot follow it
dirt roads get soggy with the rain
walking to a house of pain
tax brackets fucked me
took my virginity
mindset in the south
hustla you gotta be
it dont have to be that way
just the cards we play
some folks still racist
regardless of the statements
we all in the woods together
so why we gotta hate US
we ride rims
to take away the pain
momentary gleams
to take away the strain
talk about mindless shit
cause highschool they didn't finish it
reality hurts the most
so we diminish it
its hard to be 10 foot
in a 6 foot town
so we slump when we sit
slouch when we walk around
victims of surroundings
and you just thought they're stupid
It aint gotta be this way
thats just how the way ya'll took it

  Mr. RTJ:

See that mindframe?
We shook it
So conform to the dormant performance
Country concert to the mind
Book it
And look it in the eye
Shy away from images of wood stoves with an iron kettle
Rook it
Make your chess move forward and no longer back peddle
Stiring up consious in the country kitchen
Now lets see you cook it
Feast on that idea
Nourish the closed stomach
Don't be scared
Indegestion won't come from it
And to sum it all up
That kissing cousins non-sense
Stick that in the past tense
Next to the white pickett fence and corncob pipe
Propose to reality since we go through the same strife
Consumate once we wife
As this is now how you should picture the real country life