Nowhere

First, you must travel a long deslolate road
This road you travel will seem like nowhere
But nowhere will turn into somewhere
Keep your head up Bubba, dont let nobody get ya down
Cause that road you travel will turn around

Ive accepted every challenge and risen to all occasions
A country boy that got them most like Randy Moss, and Jason
Perhaps old Bubba's numerals don't fit in ya'lls equation
If your opinion coincides with that you ought to save them
Cuz to quote the greatest southern rapper, fuckin' period
Negative spirits, they only keep you down a myriad
Of Satan substances in my system still my wisdom
Is never once compromised, that's between God and I
Never once forgotten my manners cuz my Mamma
Played in public housing, be polite in Alabama
but she had a different plan for me, and Russ, and Ginger
Thank the Lord for Jimmy Mathis, pops they must remember
How you held it down when them other clowns disappeared
Taught me how to set the scope, shoot and leave with the deer
And then he made me drink the blood to show me life was precious
The muddy road from nowhere to somewhere, here's my directions

Chorus:
I know what its like to be nowhere
I know what its like
I know what its like to be nowhere
I know what its like

Can you relate to 5 kids, 6 fishsticks on the plate?
Or writing Santa Claus, I guess he got the list too late
Or to catch the fish you bait the hook with little Dylan's poo-poo
On Mr. Allen's property, he catch you he will shoot you
Let these cats amuse you with comical depictions
But where I'm from being broke's no honorable affliction
Love some Jimmy Carter, but we never even voted
But slum is still slum, so you best believe we told it
Every firearm from AK's to 30 30's
And from live rocks to livestocks it pays the early birdies
Thus we worked the land like you work the block with yayo
but I choose keys over cattle cuz the profit's way mo'
Might get locked away though, pedalin' them sno cones
So we keep it simplified with acres of that homegrown
Plus the finest shine that you can find this side of Memphis
From east nowhere to west somewhere, still the grind is endless

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It all comes down to this, one last chance to advance
Beyond the second round of the big dance or my plans
Of being viewed as something special, more than just the other ones
Will vanish in the vapors of the players south has suffered from
The world's weight, plus a ton, restin' on my shoulders
But what the tractors deem a curse is blessed to the beholder
Cuz Eminem's incredible, but did I really have to say this
For y'all to leave my soul at rest and add me to your playlist?
But this time I may just, leap and clear that hurdle man
Cuz its gonna be a million more, who knows if they'll be worth a damn?
Bubba K I surely am, with that silky kind of sound
Carson, tell your folks that I'll be early for 'em this time around
Cuz Ive come too far for my own mistakes to quell me
Cuz looking back it's self inflicted wounds that ache and aile me
Theres nothing they can tell me, leave me somewhere in a hurry
If I'm nowhere then thats nowhere and we'll be nowhere near a worry (okie dokie)

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