Roll Again Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Way before platinum there was a place we used to go 

and ride for hours at a time on a country road 

Whatever is troubling, you can let it go 

I get out of the car and walk through it, visit the river and talk to it 

Simply saying, "Mr. water, what is it that you running from?" 

Asked the bird in the tree, "What is it that you humming for?" 

Now knowing (Why the Caged Bird Sings) is wishing to be free 

Reminded myself of life and it's hold on me 

Touring, the children, women, sexual resistance 

Religion means so much to me, the church don't see enough of me 

This way, that way, bending corners trying to get away 

Sometimes you have to see a storm to appreciate a pretty day 

BACK in the car now, headed for the liquor store 

God, what a vivid scene, digging what I just seen 

Rolled up another one, still in a daze though 

Gassed up at the Mini-Mart, my mind on the country roads 

[Chorus:] 

I just want to go 

On the country roads and get blowed 

On the country roads again roll 

Been on the country roads again 

Yo, we off in these backwoods Caddy-hogging, Nappy dog, ain't no joke 

We glad they robbing, rap imposter's, for they problem no hope 

It's cutthroat, we hungry starving, charging for the front do' 

You want mo'? We smoke and sparking, jokers like the blunt go 

Been shoving folk for plenty miles, yes I'm the type to grin and bear it 

The second chance and out the box, I'm back again with 'dro and spirits 

Look at me now, I found a spot, I'm down here by that rolling river 

Grab a rose and took me to a place, au revoir, I'm rolling scriptures 

Man these country roads making me zone out 

Riding through all the bullshit that poppa would scold 'bout 

But soon as my hustle got good I showed out 

Quick to jump I-24, come back with plenty mo' 

By '97 I was smoking perfect o 

The chains and the Willie Esco was the dress code 

We lost our littlest cousin Gwin, a skid row 

Tony Renfrow rest in peace your kinfolks, I miss y'all 

(Dude what the hell are we doing?) 

Back deep on these country roads blowing, getting in touch with my mind 

No worries just striped lines and curve-filled signs 

When all the events throughout the day, good or bad, somehow rewind 

While I recline, in my Cadillac seats 

Hit the trees and press repeat 

And let the melody of these windy roads keep my soul upbeat 

No destination proposed, just riding these country roads... 

Listen, this killer's that's willing to catch a court case 

Split your wig apart quicker than the divorce rate 

Niggaz show out, go wild in the corpse cage 

Blow out in the news and I don't mean the sports page 

Get drowned in North Lake, could get found in horse cave 

Fool, get down, the boy's crazy! 

Lil' Stille's with ambition, itching to fill my position 

Replace me, but by the Lord's grace still existing 

Should be in depression La trill is missing, cousins in prison 

Heard Little Ricky was snitching, now he's a born-again Christian 

Always had my suspicions, our teens with bad addictions 

Family members gone overseas on a mission, we miss 'em 

See you can travel straight through two different coasts 

State to state, navigate this beautiful globe 

In search of a plate full of food for the soul 

I could taste it when the smoke hit my nose 

On a place called country roads