Nappy Roots - Roll Again

Album: Wooden Leather (2003)
Artist: Nappy Roots

Lyrics

Way before platinum there was a place we used to go

and ride for hours at a time on a country road

Whatever is troubling, you can let it go

I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it

Simply saying, "Mr. water, what is it that you running from?"

Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you humming for?"

Now knowing (Why the Caged Bird Sings) is wishing to be free

Reminded myself of life and it's hold on me

Touring, the children, women, sexual resistance

Religion means so much to me, the church don't see enough of me

This way, that way, bending corners trying to get away

Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day

BACK in the car now, headed for the liquor store

God, what a vivid scene, digging what I just seen

Rolled up another one, still in a daze though

Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the country roads


[Chorus:]


I just want to go

On the country roads and get blowed

On the country roads again roll

Been on the country roads again


Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hogging, Nappy dog, ain't no joke

We glad they robbing, rap imposter's, for they problem no hope

It's cutthroat, we hungry starving, charging for the front do'

You want mo'? We smoke and sparking, jokers like the blunt go

Been shoving folk for plenty miles, yes I'm the type to grin and bear it

The second chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and spirits

Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rolling river

Grab a rose and took me to a place, au revoir, I'm rolling scriptures


Man these country roads making me zone out

Riding through all the bullshit that poppa would scold 'bout

But soon as my hustle got good I showed out

Quick to jump I-24, come back with plenty mo'

By '97 I was smoking perfect o

The chains and the Willie Esco was the dress code

We lost our littlest cousin Gwin, a skid row

Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss y'all


(Dude what the hell are we doing?)

Back deep on these country roads blowing, getting in touch with my mind

No worries just striped lines and curve-filled signs

When all the events throughout the day, good or bad, somehow rewind

While I recline, in my Cadillac seats

Hit the trees and press repeat

And let the melody of these windy roads keep my soul upbeat

No destination proposed, just riding these country roads...

Listen, this killer's that's willing to catch a court case

Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate

Niggaz show out, go wild in the corpse cage

Blow out in the news and I don't mean the sports page

Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse cave

Fool, get down, the boy's crazy!

Lil' Stille's with ambition, itching to fill my position

Replace me, but by the Lord's grace still existing

Should be in depression La trill is missing, cousins in prison

Heard Little Ricky was snitching, now he's a born-again Christian

Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions

Family members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em

See you can travel straight through two different coasts

State to state, navigate this beautiful globe

In search of a plate full of food for the soul

I could taste it when the smoke hit my nose

On a place called country roads

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