Southern Pride

Southern fried.

Northern dried

in a Northern hide

with eyes open wide.

 

Southern tried,

Northern rules apply,

dreams belied,

oaths denied,

loves defiled.

 

I have Southern pride,

a police record filed,

a prison directory guide,

taken for a ride

with you by my side.

 

I flow with the Southern tide.

My emotions glide

as your life slides.

I continue to confide.

I continue to decide

that the glory of life

is mine.

◄ Milk and Alcohol

A Clean Slate ►

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