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I look in the sometimes and think about how it all started
Small Alabama, from city life we departed
Not a single light in the street, morning was scary and
To a little boy the bus to school 5:30 sharp
I to make up songs to keep my mind from wandering
What was in the woods waiting for me, my still rumbling
From the diet
Even though mama was trying to do the best that she
Alcohol made her
Her boyfriend was a prick, 26
Barely my direction and really didn't do shit
My animosity grew with my anger
And disastrous school
My teachers knew I was waiting
And I did too, but I like it
I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff
But I thought I had it rough
I embraced it, honestly, 'cause I how different I was
It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel welcomed and
I never knew my daddy but, said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne
Here comes the rain

Cause I'm the to your storm
Dark after a dogfight
The tornado to your
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake outta barn
That one you ever did right
The to your drum
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

If is but a dream
I'm up the in a paddle boat
Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder
Up high and over the Mississippi to see the
So I go floatin', yeah
But I it a habit though
19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the
Quarter pound of seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles
Make enough and then break it even, do it for tickles
Nashville's under icicles, the penatratin'
Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an
No more chocolate-chip cookies, and jars
Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school
and I'm lovin' it
I'm in half of it
Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a dagger to
I knew my daddy but,
They said that I was the same and what a
come the cocaine in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the to your storm
Dark bloodstains a dogfight
The tornado to your
Your hangover after a night
I'm the snake outta barn
That one mistake you ever did
The to your drum
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun

And you can tell that I still don't give a
Still drinking whiskey I'm already down
Slumerican-made man, Criminals all
Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good,
Livin' a usin' my war as my shield
The truth, examined and
The followings
Plenty of fatherless children up the pit in the buildin'
Usin' the mind for the feelin', just like poppin' a pill
And I'm it in
at makin' a win
Thanks for the poems that you inspired, I'm it in
Never heard you say "give me five," so it a ten
Think the chances I'm ballin', at the bastard of him
When I went to jail for the first time, I thought you
Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the are true
'Cause when I in the mirror, I see from what I 'came
Trial by fire, pain, rain

Cause I'm the lighting to storm
Dark bloodstains after a
The tornado to alarm
Your after a long night
I'm the snake outta barn
That one mistake you did right
The gunpowder to your
I'm son
The son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun
Son of a gun