Epitome Me

Epitome Me

Trying to escape my Southern roots but they just won’t let go

How long do I still cry when I think of you?

Etched in my being I remember my childhood beneath dry blue skies

Barefoot and hating those different to me I tried to deny

So far from the North that always sought and brought

Calling and claiming that they were everything and nothing was what I was taught

My life was saved by a woman that could not vote

The good ole’ boys were there to ensure nobody rocked the boat

I left not knowing where I’d end up going

I embraced New Amsterdam that changed it’s name to York

For see we all have some sort of history

And while I changed I discovered rejecting mine was misery

But they all hear it in the way I talk

That’s changed too but then they notice it also in my walk

When you’ve been born free in a proud country

They can’t take ya down or change the swagger of Southern Liberty