Looking for something to prove
Looking for something to say
We eat our grits and
We don't mind sweet in our tea
All they've ever known their TV taught them
Mercy for the wise, all they've ever known
Call me dirtfloorcracka
But them words just feel me with pride
You seem so pleasant
You've got something to say
But them words you speak deep down
Loving to irritate, we're not that fooled by ya
This hard head ya see
You keep your money coming
We'll feed ya cheap cornbread and
Them grits keep flowing baby
Psy-collard greens and my mama said
‽Hey boy listen to what they meanâ€
All they've ever known their TV taught them
Mercy for the wise, all they've ever known
Call me dirtfloorcracka
But them words just feel me with pride
We got the soul but you
Don't want the feeling, ain't right
We go them moves but you
Decide to pull it tight, you think you got but it
It's like the road you say you about to move it 40
We got the record playing
All they've ever known their TV taught them
Mercy for the wise, all they've ever known
Call me dirtfloorcracka
But them words just feel me with pride
Writer(s): John Grey Higginbotham, Daryl Glen Hance
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