Yelawolf - To Whom It May Concern lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

So I had a phone call with a good friend of mine the otha night

And, um, it seems that I’ve created some confusion

He told me straight up, people don’t know ya like I do, man

I guess I haven’t said enough, or maybe I’ve said too much, I don’t know

But I don’t wanna leave any stone unturned or no questions about who I am

Or what I represent

So here ya go

(Verse)

I grew up in the deep gutter

Raised by wolves, church steeples, and a single white mother

Taught to be blind to any color by hippies who been smokin' weed since the ‘60s

Wit Dukes of Hazzard for bed covers

Rock’n’roll, country music, and cocaine

One hand on the Bible and the ouija board in the otha

The irony of it all is so thick that a fly would get stuck in the thin air of that dope smoke

Lynyrd Skynyrd and Michael Jackson

Practicin' moon walkin' wit a broomstick in the kitchen, poppin' and lockin'

No BET on television, we didn’t have it, we had the rabbits

The 10-4, mason jar on the counter full of bacon oil

Now lookin' back, talkin' bout freedom, yeah ya were spoiled

Oblivious to the hideous crimes from the insidious minds

That took place right below us on the Southern soil

The blood and the pain left the recoil

The creekwater’s holdin' secrets

Ghosts of Confederate veterans in the wind

Backwoods are haunted wit the death and the sin

Slave ships carried the lost souls

Wicked white men slaughtering angels fo' a fucking bar code

We buried these wicked ways, the world is still turnin'

And these muthafuckas wit they crosses is still burnin'

Yeah, I seen ‘em at the courthouse

Not really sure what they’re tryna prove still

Jumped up on mountains they’re still tryna move hills

And their daughters probably listen to Dru Hill

Pussy hotter than blue steel fo' Dru Hill

So Jesus come take the wheel

No, ya steer drunk! The youth here’re punks

The truth here it come

I’ll show ya how these country folks pop that trunk

Uh, and my honesty is modest

To tell the whole truth yeah I’ve pondered and I’ve pondered

To be spit at and called a wigger from who ya considered a father at fourteen

‘ll make ya wonder, and ya wonder

Yeah, that’s hard to hear, ain’t it

But at that very moment my picture got painted

Call it God, call it what ya will

But I knew the South was sick still and in need of some changes

So I took it upon myself to adopt all the outcasts

I took the American and the Confederate flag

Threw it in my back pocket, I even went and got tatts

And carried them like a shield for the shit that once held me back

And these redneck brothers of mine, playing that 3.6

In a fuckin' cornfield, in big trucks wit lift kits

Oblivious to the beauty of juxtaposition

They had no idea how special it was to witness

Them in deep Alabama playin' Snoop and Group Home

Big Hank and Metallica, I discovered a new zone

And Catfish Billy, a way for me to talk about it

From them on I was questioned and highly doubted by my peers

Who didn’t understand that all these years we’d been the brunt of the jokes

America made it clear that we were backwards, wrong, behind, and segregated

So I decided that Yelawolf would go make it more obvious that we’ve grown

I polished up my tone, I signed to Shady and brought a record deal home

Look mama, no hands, I’m comin' up, yeah I’m grown

Respect from the OGs, cosignin' my songs

First it was Bun B, then Raekwon, and TIP

Then all of these MCs wanted features from me

But I was a live wire, my tongue was a fucking blade to these critics

Who didn’t get it, the clips from the grenade in my teeth

A little too unique, the market for me was smaller than some thought it would be

Even me

So I looked in the mirror, saw the Jordans, the gold chain, my shirt—Pantera

Rebel flag in my pocket, RED tattooed on my neck, Heart of Dixie across the stomach

And it ain’t clicked yet?

Maybe I wore the wrong shoes back to the woods becos' these suede No. 5s can’t get wet

Maybe it’s sumethin' I need to go figure out on my own

So after Radioactive I took my shit back home

Disappeared from the world, became increasingly different

Tuned in every once in a while to see who was spittin'

But mainly I was in Nashville gettin' back to my roots

Exploring music wit Love Story, I made it my truth

Dropped a single called Til It’s Gone and travelled the globe

I started seeing rebel flags everywhere at my shows

I didn’t think nothin' of it, I assumed that they get it

I’m on some New South shit, but I have to admit it

I saw the posts up on Instagram proclaimin' I’m racist

And that I’m fucked in the head and I don’t know where my place is

I started takin' it personal cos' I treat people equal

Homie, I got mixed kids and music is how I feed ‘em

Lo and behold as I’m sayin' this I discover this evil

White boy went in a church and killed nine innocent people

Goddamn

Hold on, moment of silence

Nine innocent churchgoin' people get murdered

There’s not a word I can utter, there’s not a rhyme I can say

There ain’t no fixin' that eva, those people brutally slain

And I refuse to see ways to justify all the blame

That muthafucka’s insane

I got so mad at my own image, I took down merch

No explainin' it now, it’s only makin' it worse

This fuckin' coward, this criminal’s, just a puppet, a mental case

But the truth is the truth, he did it beccos' of race

There’s nothin' I can describe, the shame that I felt inside

A white boy wit the flag committed this homicide

I tried solo to defend the South, and yes it was my decision

My interviews broke on the internet, ya can see my vision

I neva thought myself to be like a politician, just a witness to the sickness

The kindlin' was in the bridge and the bricks that I laid to the road

That I built from the love and the wisdom

I’m tryna find my way

But now I’m feelin' imprisoned from the stereotypes

I was prepared for the fight

Hell, I’ll be stereotyped until my burial site

I married a loaded gun when I married this mic

Ain’t playin' Russian roulette, ain’t playin' round wit my life

cos' what I cannot lose is the respect that I’ve gained

Friendships I cherish, fuck the money and fame

Black American culture is in the thread of my veins

It’s rock’n’roll till I die, I’m just a rebel in shame

Yes I apologize for me and anybody wit that flag

Honestly, any proud Southerner is sad

How do ya think I feel when I look at my grandad

Imaginin' him dead becos' of that piece of trash

I got nephews, nieces, who need this, peace between this

But media is fiendish

So if ya feel like you’re above it or beneath it

Have a logical mind about who yo team is

And when ya look at me, dog, don’t look at me like anotha branch off a tree

Lord, I took this shit and balanced it the best that I could

Try to hold up the wood of America’s old see-saw

But this ain’t Hee Haw wit MeMaw

We ain’t on the Cosby Show, are we, bro

Daddy may give a goodnight kiss, but I can promise ya this

That ya ain’t promised tomorrow

I wish I could go back to the innocence

I remember my friends wit no differences

But pigment is relative, isn’t it

Maybe by 2050 we’ll be ova it

Big KRIT, I love ya homie, keep killing shit

Ya inspired this verse, I got yo back and it's limitless

It is what it is, we cannot fix all this ignorance

Slumerican flags up, it’s ova, I’m endin' this