(Hook)
 Georgia, The clay is runnin red
 From the blood that done been shed down in
 Gergia, Now we weepin to the sound
 from the color of the ground down in
 
 (V1 - Kno)
 Georgia, My state my home
 For 17 years learned right from wrong
 Cried saline tears when i write these poems
 As I made these fears give flight to song
 The red clay stains the soles of my shoes
 The red clay stained the soul of a fool
 My grandparents told me the goal that you choose
 When you realize the worlds only open to few
 Will measure your worth, tether your hurt
 Its that same search that can lead you to church
 But if they have the time to hate a whole race
 How do yall have the time to tel me about my faith?
 Do ya'll have time to discuss God's grace
 If youre too busy studying the color of a face?
 I don't follow man to avoid the disgrace of
 the closeminded culprits of southern mistakes
 Glass houses built out of empty Coke bottles
 Throwing rocks at statues of southern role models
 Use to be followed by souls that are hollow
 But had to much love to ever get swalloed
 By the dark hearted people that threatened my kin
 Spit on my friends for the color of their skin
 So when i think back to the clay that raised me
 I thank God for the strong man it made me
 
 (V2 - Natti)
 Georgia Lee Andrews, raised a man wearin dad's pants plus her shoes
 Never wavered in faith in her lovin embrace
 That Garnett Lamar Bush would find a way to be great
 Even after plenty meals off juvy hall plates
 Calls at prison rates, pushed back release dates
 Only to come home to mere months of your smile
 While the nigga you married to give me a dad behave foul
 Your massive stroke one of luck for him
 Kept the house, bought a car and a truck for him
 Loved my brother too much to go and orphan him
 So his daddy walks this earth the only man I hate
 With the bitch he moved in a week after your wake
 Sure as Georgia birthed me, in Kentucky my state
 Seem empty, without you holding your grandson
 Who smiles at your picture, not a tooth in his mouth
 So handsome, you'da had him like mile left out
 You'da swore I had asthma as my breath came out
 Missing you, feeling like the Lord did me bad
 But somewhat greater later when he made me dad
 Bittersweet symphony simply played in pain
 Encored by the tears that I strain to contain
 But sometimes I can't help it, sometimes I'm so selfish
 Feeling like God dont love you like I do
 Georgia