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Man, I grew up in the south Made a man out of a mouse Barely talk about my life though No matter how had it might go Keep it inside, oh Don't mean it's right though South, south, south, south, south South, south, south I grew up in the south, south, south, south, south South, south, south Where I grew up it was tests, bare trials and tribulations Bro got post-traumatic stress from violent situations I was that kid on the left with a objected observation Grandma spoiled me to death, distracted me from danger She knew I could end up She don't say too many prayers Had to mind where I was playin' Cah when hunger turned to hatred Ain't no curfew worth debatin' Any bed I make, I lay in I could slip and end up sleep There's no pillows on these pavements Still my family did their best My father's spot was vacant We know where the nitties cotched Letras de cancionesDirty sheets and no newspapers ‘Member this one day I got robbed Thirteen, walkin' ‘round my block He said, “Blud, what phone you got?” No fear clocked but I felt naked Man, I grew up in the south (Man, I grew up in the south) Made a man out of a mouse (Made a man out of a mouse) Barely talk about my life though No matter how had it might go Keep it inside, oh Don't mean it's right though South, south, south, south, south South, south, south I grew up in the south, south, south, south, south South, south, south Yo, where I'm from, you learn to mind your business and write your lyrics I don't wanna bury no more bredrins or write to prisons I ain't tryna see my family argue or fight for pittance Yo, they always say revenge is sweet, not like forgiveness I left home when I was seventeen, blud, despite my feelings Hate to say that it was meant to be, but I've been thinkin' 'Bout my past and all these memories that drive all my decisions I pray Jesus take the steerin' wheel and swerve them spiteful bitches I got people I can never let down (Never let down) Their physical bein' ain't here but they watch from the Heaven in clouds (Heaven in clouds) It's difficult seein' it clear with all these smoke and mirrors Broken pictures, dusty baggies, woeful sinners Me included, system says we've both been victims Moved around so much in my teenage years I swear down I still got motion sickness Home, I missed it, so nostalgic and so distinctive Dirty football boots in Banana Park, now the goals are different Fuck what's in your bag, man, my soul the richest I grew up in the south (I grew up in the south) Made a man out of a mouse (Made a man out of a mouse) Barely talk about my life though No matter how had it might go Keep it inside, oh Don't mean it's right though South, south, south, south, south South, south, south I grew up in the south, south, south, south, south South, south, south I know exactly what the streets are missin', yeah, yeah Put pen to paper tryna beat the system, yeah, yeah I speak a prayer for my G's, I miss ‘em, yeah, yeah Then I hit the road and I complete the mission, yeah, yeah My homie told me, "Bro, you be protected, yeah, yeah Just be the voice we need and keep ascendin', yeah, yeah We've been through struggles, learned some deeper lessons, yeah, yeah So go remind them what they be forgettin' Bro, you a legend And you're straight out of the south" From Letras Mania