Georgia, The clay is runnin red

From the blood that done been shed down in

Gergia, Now we weepin to the sound

From the color of the ground down in





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 ya'll have the time to tel me about my faith?

Do ya'll 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 closeminded 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 to much love to ever get swalloed

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





Georgia Lee Andrews, raised a man wearin dad's pants plus her shoes

Never wavered in faith in her lovin embrace

That Garnett Lamar Bush would find a way to be great

Even after plenty meals off juvy hall plates

Calls at prison rates, pushed back release dates

Only to come home to mere months of your smile

While the nigga you married to give me a dad behave foul

Your massive stroke one of luck for him

Kept the house, bought a car and a truck for him

Loved my brother too much to go and orphan him

So his daddy walks this earth the only man I hate

With the bitch he moved in a week after your wake

Sure as Georgia birthed me, in Kentucky my state

Seem empty, without you holding your grandson

Who smiles at your picture, not a tooth in his mouth

So handsome, you'da had him like mile left out

You'da swore I had asthma as my breath came out

Missing you, feeling like the Lord did me bad

But somewhat greater later when he made me dad

Bittersweet symphony simply played in pain

Encored by the tears that I strain to contain

But sometimes I can't help it, sometimes I'm so selfish

Feeling like God don't love you like I do

Georgia