Sidelines

I was on the field on a Friday night

Third-string, had to swallow my pride

I got thrown in on the 4th-and-5

Just so they could take a knee

Oh, I was only thinkin' 'bout my six-string

I remember coach tryna break us down

Two-a-days had us passin' out

This week we gotta play away

Home team just came from state

Lost by six, that's the worst way

Damn, bus ride back had a sour taste

Had a revelation 'bout where I wanna be

I was drained of patience and my energy

Just to find out I played the wrong game

I was thinkin' 'bout my six-string

Heat wave, ain't ever takin' breaks

Oh, we would find shade in the cemetery

Drove a couple hours to the Angel Oak

Heavy conversation with a little smoke

Mama's cookin' up cornmeal grains

Daddy's yellin' at the football game

I was upstairs tryna make a name

I was upstairs with my six-string