True To Yourself

True To Yourself - Yelawolf/Bones Owens

Written by：Michael Atha/Caleb Owens

Here we go to church on Sunday mornin'

Hangovers on 'em

Whiskey pourin' out of skin it's like a poison

Beer soaked boots from the barroom floor

It's perfume to a sinner it's allurin'

Prophet for the slums prayer for the dark

Barber straight razor blade pocket watch

Rings on every finger sacrificial skin

Story written in his blood he's akin

To animals and criminals alike

Hood project trailer park backwoods

Sprinkles of the coc*ine in his nails

Tank full of propane on the shelf

Fire's in the soul the child is now a man

The enemies of good now become a friend

Watchin' god play his life violin

Happily an instrumental in the wind

You will never fit you're a misfit

You're a quiet voice no matter how loud you get

Despite the effort you remain reckless

You remain helpless in the same outfit

As your father did before you're a song

Better sing the praises of the written wrongs

Only time will kill your spirit if you let it fall

And that's why there's

No time at all

No time like now

To get on the road

If you wanna get out

You got to be true

True to yourself

Or you'll be a fool

To somebody else

The rifle's in the corner money on the table

Cellophane sacks baby's in the cradle

Chevy's in the drive cranked and ready for him

Lights a cigarette ashes on the floor

And takes another toke smoke fills the room

Sun sets behind the clouds heavy gloom

Cops on the run sirens in the distance

Wild small town violent and resistant

In the street they rage and fight

Any given night it's just another reason for a killin'

Brave the cold and lock the door 'cause it's war

Storm filled with crime only safe in buildings

Made of brick and mortar brick of thick morals

Ain't got brick and mortar steel will support 'em

Steel with the trigger finger take your life

Billy in the basement wasted makin' pipe

Bombs take it light wrong take it real

Take a quarter pound of d**e and make a deal

Take the front son run for the hills

Cowards under power make sonic seals

Cast a shadow over underprivileged minds

While they're chasin' money hit some basic rhymes

If the world gives you pen and paper draw the line

Because there's no time at all

No time like now

To get on the road

If you wanna get out

You got to be true

True to yourself

Or you'll be a fool

To somebody else

No time at all

No time like now

To get on the road

If you wanna get out

You got to be true

True to yourself

Or you'll be a fool

To somebody else