[hook]nGeorgia, the clay is runnin red from the blood that done been shed down innGeorgia, now we weepin to the soundnFrom the color of the ground down innnKno: Georgia, my state, my homenFor seventeen years learned right from wrongnCried saline tears when i write these poemsnAs i made these fears give flight to songnThe red clay stains the soles of my shoesnRed clay stained the soul of a foolnMy grandparents told me the goal that you choosenWhen you realize the world's only open to fewnWill measure your worth, tether your hurtnIt's the same search that can lead you to churchnBut if they have time to hate a whole racenHow do y'all have the mind to tell me bout my faith?nDo y'all have time to discuss god's gracenIf you're too busy studyin the color of a face?nI don't follow man to avoid the disgracenOf the closeminded culprits of southern mistakesnGlass houses built out of empty coke bottlesnThrowin rocks at statues of southern role modelsnUsed to be followed by souls that are hollownBut had too much love to ever get swallowednBy the dark hearted people that threatened my kinnSpit on my friends for the color of they skinnSo when i think back to the clay that raised menI thank god for the strong man it made mennNatti: I'm not talkin about a statenI'm talkin about the state my life was left innSee, years ago when this pain was fresh on menI couldn't have did this versenI'ma do it for y'all nownGeorgia Lee Andrews, raised a man wearin dad's pants plus her shoesnNever wavered in faith in her lovin embracenThat Garnett Lamar Bush would find a way to be greatnEven after plenty meals off juvy hall platesnCalls at prison rates, pushed back release datesnOnly to come home to mere months of your smilenWhile the nigga you married to give me a dad behave foulnYour massive stroke, one of luck for himnKept the house, bought a car and a truck for himnLoved my brother too much to go and orphan himnSo his daddy walks the earth the only man i hatenWith the bitch he moved in a week after your wakenSure as georgia birthed me, in kentucky my statenSeem empty without you holdin your grandsonnWho smiles at your picture, not a tooth in his mouth nSo handsome, you'da had him like milk left outnYou'da swore i had asthma as my breath came outnMissing you, feelin like the lord did me badnBut somewhat greater later when he made me dadnBittersweet symphony simply played in my painnEncored by the tears that i strain to containnBut sometimes i can't help it, sometimes i'm so selfishnFeelin like god don't love you like i donGeorgia