Trial By Fire

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Let's go Klever

This is Bones Owens to my right, right here

To my left DJ Klever

My name is Yelawolf

This is Trial By Fire

Uh

Back in 1979 it was a cold day in December

Mamma peeled the paint off the wall screamed

Babie's on the way

They rushed her to the hospital in that old Chevy truck

Running 90 miles an hour down them back roads

Blowing past the sheriff

Hid in the woods, smoke bellowing off the engine

Running hot, must have been a sign

They rushed her to the emergency room

Barely made it to the bed

A few minutes later I was screaming for my first breath

A little devil the doctor said

He's got that look in his eye, ya know?

Reminds me of mischief

Yeah this ones gonna be trouble I can tell it

And then the lights went

Then mamma said doctor somethings burning, I can smell it

And it was trial by fire

I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down

You better watch your step

When I come around

Damn right, uh

You could hear lightning for miles around

And oak trees hitting the ground

The wind tore holes on that old Dixie flag

On the capitol steps

Change is coming, my great grand mamma said

Quietly clutching her bible

Sitting in a rocking chair, smoking a cigarette

And the wood creaked beneath the porch

And the old dog moaned and cried

As the sirens passing by

And Mr. Williams brought a mean batch of

That moonshine to the wake

You know one comes and one goes as they say

And they laid a flower on the grave

Buried on December 29th for robbing a bank

And killed by the police

See you in the next life old friend

Little did he know, his old friend was back again

As the son of Sheila Diane

And it was trial by fire

I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down

You better watch your step

When I come around

You know how the story goes, come on

See me, I'm a curious soul

A stray bullet to some a chatter

And whisper at night

And the head of a following storm

A rebel at heart, a devilish grin

A leader of men, a preacher at ten

I was already in to spiritual sin

Back in the saddle again

12s in the back of the trunk, making it rattle again

Giving them nothing but punk

Living, the baby, the babie's got powers, the baby is haunted

Fuck a church, I'm a confession

Professional, public annointed

Came from the wrong side of the tracks

Bring me them crackers outta the back

Keeping these gutter dogs raised

With these alley way cats

Seen what these others can't see

My poetry is a reflection of backpack up from the bottom

And climbing that fucking tree

But I brought a chainsaw

I come to build a house up out of it, chopping

Limbs off this culture

And putting soliders up inside of it

Limbs, brick, mortar, board up the windows

For the tornado

I'm a fatal blow to these honorable foes

Bag up the hot potato

And it was trial by fire

I'm just under a plane singing to burn it down

You better watch your step

When I come around