Bible Belt

Welcome to the Wolf cave

YelaWolf

Me my man Ben Hameen

She gave Alabama Connect

Oh you wanna know about the south

Ok play them the Dirty South

Welcome home then

Welcome to the cold hard truth Bama

Dead Native Americans spirits swarm through the foothills

And whisper through the weeping willows

It moves like a water rapid dancing through your meadows

Diming lights from thick fog and gravel paths

Footprints of a ghost in the wet grass

That lead into invisible prison cells past

The weird rust is symbolic of the blood bath

Just take a look

The younger generations are committing the worst crimes

They lost in a tangle of evident guidelines

Controlled by the unseen and claim one king

And worship a image despite lies and covered schemes

The halt puts a chill in the midnight breeze

Scavengers on the hunt get whatever is free

The breath of the devil throwing metal debris at lost sons

Caught in the wilderness of the south you better

Run for the ditch there's locusts in the sky

Hide in the cellar propellers are humming by

In the Bible Belt

In the Bible Belt

Freight trains shaking the walls and taking lives

Stain glass breaking the steeple's on fire

In the Bible Belt

In the Bible Belt

Welcome to my land my home Bama

Where the clouds turn green

Where The Clan marches up and down the small town streets

Where cops look for excitement

Where the oak tree split and burn form the blue lightning

Where the plantation still stands as an undying reminder

Where the Rebel flag waves as an undying reminder

Some try to find there way out

It ain't easy

The economy's bad and most searching for a freebie

In fact hustlers of every color stay lookin' for the cracks and loopholes

They stoop low and do jacks

With new clothes and shoes

Hoes they turn tricks

And follow each other cause momma just don't give a shit

See black lights and incense they feel roused

Cause no church can soul search like mushrooms

So young minds they do lines to feel numb

Caught in the wilderness of the south you better

Run for the ditch there's locusts in the sky

Hide in the cellar propellers are humming by

In the Bible Belt

In the Bible Belt

Freight trains shaking the walls and taking lives

Stain glass breaking the steeple's on fire

In the Bible Belt

In the Bible Belt

Like a thick black cloud of smoke is drifting over the evergreens

The air we breathe ain't safe no more momma

Naw

They polluted the whole city mamma

The whole city is

Filled with thoughts education and short dreams

The youth dying to live be all it seems

To be all that we have momma

But I ain't throwin' up my hands momma

No I an't throwin' up my hands

To many grand schemes I must speak

To get free in my mind

If I can free my body

Then I write my song alone in the seas

And put a message in the bottle

For the broken seas to reach everybody

I know it's impossible

But I hope these words convey to hit one soul

To eternally echo through my home and known

With the roots of a child with a son that ain't done

You better run for the ditch there's locusts in the sky

Hide in the cellar propellers are humming by

In the Bible Belt

In the Bible Belt

Freight trains shaking the walls and taking lives

Stain glass breaking the steeple's on fire

In the Bible Belt

In the Bible Belt