I guess it has been a minute   And the south paw aint felt right without the pen in it   Sent for incentive and sittin’ submissive   But nothin’ bringin’ Jimmy back, you know that – prayin’ a waste of wishes   I made a decision – carry on, honor lives in the deed   Though the muse moves in decreased speed   Due to the wait, my dude lose patience with me?   Favor the Blue, you knew what I was trainin’ to be   I came for the takin’ of something they aint seen back in Henry   The proximity to Knox’s Fort’s not given any but   Cause to envy – Lord when have we fought the enemy   With more that afforded, we’re stormin’ the port of entry   In memory of the James Clan, my symphony of the    Flames fan to conquer, when the song come on – pay the band   Send a percentage back, Oldham owed, factor in estate tax   Or waive it if it goes to pave Tobacco Road      Some memories I kept   Others left, others I must have let go to protect   Hold a check for the row I set – ready? No, not yet   Well lemme know and I’ll return to collect   They never found me ‘cause Valerie’s boy had a different rhythm to play to    And he gon’ use his tools to break through   Mindful of the nights in that state, who they say life is what you make it   When really life is what makes you      Payin’ homage, with a big nod to Aubrey   The schools failed me, thank God the farm taught me    The value of a calloused hand, how to work and plow this land   How even a modest crop will make your pop the proudest man   Harvest of a thousand fans, sans a gram of seeds broadcast   Through loud speakers, in the weeds I was born last   Profound effect on my volume, plus the readiness to fill it   In the field you should hear what they call ‘em    Regardless I should have spent another year on the bottom tier   Instead of trynna dodge what it was I thought got ‘em here   89 the number, 84 lumber – another summer   Fightin’ for cash to mash on the likening    Of cycles I’ve seen – those not keen on college   Lost direction or went to be correctional officers   No opportunity was offered us, I had my sights on   Being gone ‘fore they cut the lights on, Ryan’s song   Right or wrong, tie it tighter, I’m tired of buying into    Guidance gone awry, my father fought it with firearms and   Died in the trauma the violence spawned a child of drama   No wonder he’s prone to wander, knowin’ his home is haunted   Prayin’ that over yonder they still know   How much I love ‘em I just had to go, had it with the status quo   They’re askin’ me if I’ll be back when I’m old   In fact, no – these are my last tracks along Tobacco Road      But I’ll forever call it home   And I feel it whenever I call home (X4)