Lyrics:

[INTRO:] Listen, first, you must travel, a long, desolate road This road that you shall travel, will seem like nowhere. That nowhere, will turn into somewhere Keep your head up Bubba, dont let nobody get you down, Cause that road you travel will turn around Ive accepted every challenge, and risen to all occasions A country boy thats got his shit like Randy Moss and Jason Perhaps some of these numerals dont fit in yalls equation If your opinions coincide with that you oughta save em Lookin for the greatest Southern rapper, fuck it period Negative spirits they only keeping down a myriad Of Satans substances, and my systems still my wisdom It never once compromised that between God and I Never once forgotten my manners Cause my maama played in public housin in Alabama But she had a diffrent plan for me, russ and ginger Thank the lord for Jimmy Mathis, pops he must remember us Are you really down when those other clowns disappear Taught me how to set the scope, shoot and leave with the deer Man made me drink the blood, and showed me life was precious The muddy road from nowhere to somewhere is my direction [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 the kids, six fish sticks on the plate All writin to Santa Claus, I guess he got the list too late Or to catch the fish you bait the hook with lil Dylans poo-poo On Mr. Allens property, he catch you, he will shoot you Let these cats amuse you with comical depictions But where Im from being broke is 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 five armed from AKs t