Released: June 23, 2005
Songwriter: Yelawolf
Producer: Wayne Bush
[Intro]
Welcome to the Wolf cave!
YelaWolf!
Me my man, Ben Hameen
GA, Alabama Connect
Oh, you wanna know about the south?
Ok, play them the Dirty South
Welcome home then
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
Like a thick black cloud of smoke is drifting over the evergreens
The air we breathe ain't safe no more mama
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 mama
But I ain't throwin' up my hands mama
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
[Chorus]
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 the Wolf cave!
YelaWolf!
Me my man, Ben Hameen
GA, Alabama Connect
Oh, you wanna know about the south?
Ok, play them the Dirty South
Welcome home then
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 3]
Like a thick black cloud of smoke is drifting over the evergreens
The air we breathe ain't safe no more mama
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 mama
But I ain't throwin' up my hands mama
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
[Chorus]
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
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