Tobacco Road - Common Market

I guess it has been a minute

And the south paw aint felt right without the pen in it Sent for incentive and sittin' submissive

But nothin' bringin' Jimmy back, you know that — prayin' a waste of wishes

I made a decision — carry on, honor lives in the deed

Though the muse moves in decreased speed

Due to the wait, my dude lose patience with me?

Favor the Blue, you knew what I was trainin' to be

I came for the takin' of something they aint seen back in Henry

The proximity to Knox’s Fort’s not given any but

Cause to envy — Lord when have we fought the enemy

With more that afforded, we’re stormin' the port of entry

In memory of the James Clan, my symphony of the

Flames fan to conquer, when the song come on — pay the band

Send a percentage back, Oldham owed, factor in estate tax

Or waive it if it goes to pave Tobacco Road

Some memories I kept

Others left, others I must have let go to protect

Hold a check for the row I set — ready?

No, not yet

Well lemme know and I’ll return to collect

They never found me ‘cause Valerie’s boy had a different rhythm to play to And he gon' use his tools to break through

Mindful of the nights in that state, who they say life is what you make it When really life is what makes you

Payin' homage, with a big nod to Aubrey

The schools failed me, thank God the farm taught me The value of a calloused hand, how to work and plow this land

How even a modest crop will make your pop the proudest man

Harvest of a thousand fans, sans a gram of seeds broadcast

Through loud speakers, in the weeds I was born last

Profound effect on my volume, plus the readiness to fill it In the field you should hear what they call ‘em

Regardless I should have spent another year on the bottom tier

Instead of trynna dodge what it was I thought got ‘em here

89 the number, 84 lumber — another summer

Fightin' for cash to mash on the likening

Of cycles I’ve seen — those not keen on college

Lost direction or went to be correctional officers

No opportunity was offered us, I had my sights on Being gone ‘fore they cut the lights on, Ryan’s song

Right or wrong, tie it tighter, I’m tired of buying into

Guidance gone awry, my father fought it with firearms and

Died in the trauma the violence spawned a child of drama

No wonder he’s prone to wander, knowin' his home is haunted

Prayin' that over yonder they still know

How much I love ‘em I just had to go, had it with the status quo

They’re askin' me if I’ll be back when I’m old

In fact, no — these are my last tracks along Tobacco Road