Larry's Son (Radio Edit) Lyrics

My dad used to work third shift when I was in third grade

Still came to most of my games

I found a picture of my classroom from that year

Cooper Elementary

I still remember most of they names

My dad used to work a side gig at the funeral home

I'd always go cause I was too young to be left alone

Can't remember when he started I might have been six

I've seen more dead bodies than I would like to admit

I learned early live ya life

This is all we get

Stop playin with mine

Write goals, think ahead

Take one day at a time

Don't get mad and lash out quick

You won't need pockets in your last outfit

I know money isn't all there is

I see how you moving funny after all these years

My dad taught me not to bite my peers

My dad taught me every now and then to bite my tongue

My dads story here has just begun

I made the album this part of it wasn't even fun

I'm bout to tell you what they told me back when I was young

They used to call me

Larry's Son

Where I'm from

They used to call me

Larry's Son

This story felt completely unrelated

But needs to be stated

Why we actin like nobody racist

My dad grew up in Johnston County with segregation

His freshman year of High School was when they integrated

I got a lot to say

My dad got his house shot up by the KKK

Why we actin like nobody fake

When half the people over 70 and 80 called us n**** daily

I knew Trump and Biden wouldn't save me

Ain't a form of reparation you could even pay me

I'm only fourth generation from slavery

Dad had me at 38

His grandad was born in 1903

I did the math and Biden might owe me

Cause 1865 really ain't that far

I'm seeing how we got it now it ain't that hard

We used to run at night had to follow a star

And now we run at night to the club and the bar

When bottle service comin we ain't working tomorrow

My grandad didn't have to work that hard

Compared to them we blessed just to be in the rat race

My grandad was really round with n***** in blackface

Used to work the fields on the farm

My dad too

Primed tobacco over the summer they had to

It wasn't a joke

Nowadays we complain and working remote

They would die to hit the polls you don't even vote

Shorties die to hit the poles

N***** sellin dope

I left the altar call

Said the preacher sellin hope

I read the Bible for myself

Now I'm getting old

Then I started paying tithes

Now I'm making more

Then I gave it all to God

And he took control

Then he take it off my mind

I can let it go

I leave it on the pad

When I let you know

They used to call me Larry's Son

Now I'm grown