Country Roads Mini Thin Chorus Country Roads take me home, to the place I belong, West Virginia, mountain mamma, take me home, country roads It was 420 four 304 seven six, another white trailer park kid was thrown in the mix, class clown, but head down, as Id through the hall, all the kids would call me nier cuz I could rhyme and play ball, but stand tall. Daddy said never lay your head low, summer fishin with my pap in a Winnebago Times were tough, but we made ends meet Momma working miracles just so we could eat. Always gettin picked on was the smallest in my class, till I stood up to the bully whooped that kids ass. Daddy whats a food stamp whats white trash Mr. Jones hit his wife, but I was too scared to ask Its crazy when you think back, which memories last, Just a West Virginia boy. and a lil of my past. Bittersweet when I look back the emotion it brings, I remember momma rocking me to sleep and she would sing chorus Im 18 now and Im free at last but got a problem with the bottle and Im falling fast. Like selfdestruction was the kids only mission, I did a lot of things that wasnt Christian. Wrong habits, wrong crowd, a lot of thinks I aint too proud. Basically, I wild child drunkn high screaming loud. Hustlin, robbin, stealin, things that lift my conscious reeling Alcoholic, Im still healing, some of yall know the feeling. Play with fire you get burned. A lesson that I never learned. Eventually they called the law what they seen, what they saw behind the bars, I did it ma... collect call to grandpa. A judge with a grudge and the man wouldnt budge. When all was said and done it was a 3year sentence, Im praying in my cell asking Jesus for repentance. Paying for the wrong path that Jason Mallas chose, now Im staring through the bars and Im really missing those chorus Now I had to get sober and get right with the lord, rapping on the porch, that where Mini Thin was born Won every major battle... Next to JayZ on stage, called 50 cent a punk in front of thousands in a rage. The vultures start calling, sign the dotted line. You should be this N that heres how you should rhyme. Package me as a product white boy that did time. Thousand people in my ear and I nearly lost my mind. I kept on speakin no one listened to a word, last straw was when they to say that Im from Pittsburgh. I put down the mic For 2 years And I didnt care, it wasnt about music, than a burden to bare, but my conscious wasnt right, cuz my people need a voice, knew what I had to do and I didnt have a choice I picked it back up, West Virginia do or die I cant live without music, so I represent my chorus
virginia, conscious, kid, mini, west