Georgia CunninLynguists

[Chorus]
Georgia
Georgia
The clay is running red from the blood that done been shed
Down in (Georgia)
Now we weeping to the sound from the color of the ground
Down in (Georgia)

[Verse 1: Kno]
Georgia, my state my home
For 17 years learned right from wrong
Cried saline tears when I write these poems
As I made these fears give flight to song
The red clay stains the soles of my shoes
The red clay stained the soul of a fool
My grandparents told me the goal that you choose
When you realize the worlds only open to few
Will measure your worth, tether your hurt
It's that same search that can lead you to church
But if they have the time to hate a whole race
How do y'all have the mind to tell me about my faith?
Do y'all have time to discuss God's grace
If you're too busy studying the color of a face?
I don't follow man to avoid the disgrace
Of the close-minded culprits of southern mistakes
Glass houses built out of empty Coke bottles
Throwing rocks at statues of southern role models
Use to be followed by souls that are hollow
But had too much love to ever get swallowed
By the dark-hearted people that threatened my kin
Spit on my friends for the color of their skin
So when I think back to the clay that raised me
I thank God for the strong man it made me