To Whom It May Concern Chords by Yelawolf

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_ [Em] _ So I had a phone call with a good friend of mine the other night, [G] _ and it seems that I've
created some confusion.
_ [C] _ _ He [Em] told me straight up, people [B] don't know you like I do, man.
_ _ I [Em] guess I haven't said enough, _ or maybe I've said too [B] much, I don't know.
[G] _ _ _ But I don't want to leave any stone unturned, [C] or no questions about who I am, _ [Em] who I represent.
_ [B] So here you go. _ _ _ _
[E] I grew up in the deep gutter, raised by wolves, hurt steeples and a [G] single white mother, taught
to be blind to any color by hitting super-smokey weed since the 60s, with Duke's a hassle for bed [C] covers.
Rock and roll, country music and [Em] cocaine, one hand on the bible and the Ouija board,
and the [B] other, the irony of it, darling, so thick that a flower [F#] gets stuck in the thin
air of that dope smoke.
Let's get it [E] in Michael Jackson, practicing moonwalking with a broomstick in the kitchen,
popping and locking, [G] no Ouija or television.
We didn't have it, we had the rabbit, the 10th floor, Mason jar and a counter full [C] of bacon oil.
Now looking back, talking [B] about freedom, yeah, you were spoiled.
Oblivious to the hickest crimes from the yacit-iest minds that took place below us on the southern
floor, [E] the blood and the pain left a recall.
The creek waters [G] holding secrets, ghost of Confederate veterans in the wind, backwoods
are haunted with the death and the sin, [C] slave ships tributed our souls, wicked white [B] men
slaughtering angels for a fucking barcode.
We bared it, we could wave, the world is still [F#] turning, and these motherfuckers with they
crosses is still [E] burning.
Yeah, I seen them at the courthouse, I really saw what they trying to [G] prove still.
Jumped over mountains, they still trying to move hills, and the doctors probably listen
to Drew Hill.
[C] Pussy hotter than blue steel for Drew Hill, [B] some Jesus gon' take what we are, no, you
still drunk, but youth here punks, the truth here pumped.
I show you how these country folks pop that trunk.
[E] Ah, and my honesty is modest, to tell the whole truth, yeah, I've pondered [G] and I've
followed through, spirit ain't called rigor from who you consider the father at 14, it'll
make you wanna and you wanna.
[C] _ Yeah, that's hard to hear, read it, [B] but at that very moment, my picture [A] got dated.
[B] Call it God, call it what you will, but I knew [F#] the South was six-feel in the need of
some changes, [E] so I took it upon myself to adopt all the outcasts.
I took the American and the [G] Confederate flag, threw it in my back pocket, I even went and
got tags and carried them like a shield for the shit that won't tell me back.
[C] And these redneck brothers of mine playing their three-six [B] in a fucking cornfield in
big trucks with little kids, oblivious to the beauty of juxtaposition.
They had no idea how special it was to witness [E] them men deep Alabama playing Snoop and Groot
Home, then Hank and Mataka, I discovered [G] a new tone in Catfish Ville, a way for me to
talk about it.
From then on, I was questioning how they got it [C] by my peers, who didn't understand that
all these years we've [B] been the brunt of the jokes.
America [F#] made it clear that [B] we were backwards, wrong, behind, and [F#] segregated.
So I decided to get up and fuck a woman, get [E] more obvious that we wrong.
I polished up my own, I signed a shady and brought a record [G] deal home.
Look, mama, no hatings, I'm coming up here, I'm growing respect from the OGs.
Co-signing my songs, [C] first it was Run-V, then Raycorn and TFP, [Em] then all of these MCs wanted
features from me.
But [B] I was a thot, why?
My tone was a fucking blade to these critics who didn't get it, the kiss from the grenade
[E] in my teeth.
A little too unique, the market for me was smaller than some thought [G] it would be, even me.
So I looked in the mirror, saw the Jordans, the gold chain, my shirt pinned to every [C] rib
or flag in my pocket, red tattooed on my neck, heart [Em] of Dixie across the stomach, and it
ain't [B] clicked yet.
Maybe I wore the wrong shoes back to the woods, because these suede number fives can't [Em] get wet.
Maybe it's something I need to go figure out on my own.
So after Radioactive, I took my shit [G] back home.
Disappeared from the world, became increasingly different.
Tuned in every once in a while to see who was spitting, but [C] mainly I was an asshole
getting back to my root.
[Em] Exploring music with Love Story, I made it my truth.
[B] Dropped a single called Till It's Gone and traveled the globe.
I started seeing rebel flags everywhere at [Em] my shows.
I didn't think nothing of it, I assumed that they'd get it.
I'm on some new size shit, but I have [G] to admit it.
I saw the post up on Instagram proclaiming I'm racist, and then I'm off in the head
and I don't know where my place is.
I [C] started taking it personal, cause I treat people equal, [Em] homie.
I got mixed kids and music is how I feed them.
[B] Lo and behold as I'm saying this, I discovered this evil white boy, went in the church and
killed nine innocent people.
[N] Goddamn.
Hold on, moment of silence. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Nine innocent [E] church going people keep murdering.
There's not a word I can utter, there's not a rhyme I can say.
There ain't no prison [G] that ever put people brutally slayed.
I refuse to see ways to justify all the blood.
This motherfucker's insane.
I [C] got so mad at my own image, I took down merch.
[Em] Just know I'm explaining it now, it's only making it worse.
[B] This fucking coward, this criminal's just a puppet, a mental case.
But the truth is the truth, he did it because of race.
[E] There's nothing I can describe, the shame that I felt inside.
The white boy with the flag committed these [G] homicides.
I tried so long to defend the child, then yes it was my decision.
My interviews, spoke to the internet, you could see my [C] vision.
I never thought myself to be like a politician, just a [Em] witness to the sickness.
The killing was in the [A] bridge and the bitch [B] that I laid.
Cause the road that I built from the love and the wisdom, I'm trying to find [F#] my way.
But now I'm feeling in prison [E] from the stereotype.
I was prepared for the fight, hell I'll be stereotyped into my [G] burial site.
I married a loaded gun, when I married this moth.
Ain't playing Russian roulette, ain't playing around with my life.
[C] Cause what I cannot lose is the respect that I've gained.
[Em] Friendships I cherish, fuck the money and fame.
[B] Black American culture is in the thread of my veins.
It's rock and roll till I die, I'm just a rebel in shame.
[E] Yes I apologize, for me and anybody with that flag.
Honestly any proud [G] southerner is sad.
How do you think I feel when I look at my granddad?
Imagining him dead because of that piece [C] of trash.
I got nephews, nieces who [B] need this.
Peace between [Em] this, but media is fiendish.
[B] So if you feel like you're above it or beneath it,
Have [F#] a logical mind about who your [E] team is.
And when you look at me dawg,
Don't look at me like another [G] branch of a tree dawg.
I took the shooting balance, did the best that I could.
Try to hold up the wood of America's old [C] seesaw.
But this ain't hee haw with [Em] Lee Marl.
We ain't on the Cosby show [B] are we bro?
Daddy may give a goodnight kiss,
But I can promise you this, that you ain't promised [E] tomorrow.
I wish I could go back to the innocence.
I remember my friends [G] with no differences.
What pigment is relative, is it ish?
Maybe by 2050 we'll be [C] over it.
Big crit, I love you homie, keep killing [Em] shit.
You a spy, let's host, I got your back and let's lift [B] this.
It is what it is, we cannot fix all this [F#] ignorance.
American flags up, it's over I'm in [Em] on this.
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