Prodigal Son - Southern Whiskey Rebellion

Backstabber the culture of doom locales flee and stray

Understand this point of view and go away

I’ve come as a messenger speaking the truth to a place that sickened me through

my youth

You think you know me?

I’ll bet you do but that person’s dead to me,

new life new rules

The White cast out and shunned because of who I am

A disappointment looked upon not giving a damn

I’ve lost some close to me when I went away

But they expect this prodigal son to be unchanged

To be unchained