Trial By Fire

歌詞

(Skit) Yew, what the fuck is up? Made it You see that fuckin' dude try to cut me off? Go up in here and get a beer Another shot Blues party Uh, yeah. Woo woo! What up Gill? What up mane? Hey y'all I see my boy Yelawolf comin' up in the house, mane What! Look like -got his boys with him too, mane Hey can you grab me a beer? Is that brother Bones out there? Ah, it look like DJ Klever, too, mane Man, come up here and give these folks somethin' I need to go get me a drink, mane Let him come on, ladies and gentlemen Yela, Bones, DJ Klever Yo, let's freestyle some shit That's right Check, check, check Let's go Klever (*Skretches*) 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, screamin' 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 And 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 something's 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, c'mon 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 anointed Came from the wrong side of the tracks Bring the wrong crowds out 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 ? 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 soldiers up inside of it Nails, 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