album cover
Doc Rich
memory lane
Hip-Hop/Rap
memory lane was released on July 11, 2025 by Muddy South Entertainment as a part of the album Terrah Book of Life
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AlbumTerrah Book of Life
Release DateJuly 11, 2025
LabelMuddy South Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richard Demond Broussard
Richard Demond Broussard
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Demond Broussard
Richard Demond Broussard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The GoodFella
The GoodFella
Producer

Lyrics

They think they know about the south, but y'all don't know the south that I know
Understand what my craft used to drink moonshine
Worked like a slave, just tried to free his mind
He had the shelf crop, rode the lamb by the sweat of his brow
Callous of his hand, couldn't do it by himself
Now our kids have to help all night, all day, all work, no play
Never got the rest, till the clouds turned gray
Rain fell from the skies, tears in their eyes
Heads hung low when it came Christmas season
Never made a profit, then good to break even
Man, them days will never be forgotten
With the school, have to give the other half they picked cotton
Hand me down books white kids didn't need
Didn't read, low on food, older kids wouldn't feed
I'm on a sway of what slaves used to bleed
Now they build businesses where their grades used to be
I grew up muddy south Tennessee
Keep you mentally entrapped, the body walks free
It really gets cold cause it's so close to hell
**** doing the same shit they want you to sell
If I wrote a novel, couldn't keep it on the shelves
Pain in the soul, the south where I dwell
Back down memory lane, feel my mother's pain
She didn't have to say a word, it ran through my veins
Back down memory lane, song of the south
Don't know whatchu talking, keep my name out your mouth
Back down memory lane, feel my mother's pain
She didn't have to say a word, it ran through my veins
Back down memory lane, song of the south
Don't know whatchu talking, keep my name out your mouth
My pops didn't make a lot, but enough
Still at times it got rough, just a four of us
I wrote rhymes, kept my mind all material
Last four days had baloney and cereal
No joys to play, no nights
No swearing like my friends had a plane
No bite, I never did complain
I took what I could get
I knew some other kids that never got shit
And the south better learn, take the sweet with the bitter
The whites don't like the blacks and the blacks hate the ****
Sat on the morning bench, been mourning ever since
Way down in the water, we still get slaughtered
Meditate the proverbs, pray to the Father
Won't it make it better for our sons and our daughters
Back down memory lane, feel my mother's pain
She didn't have to say a word, it ran through my veins
Back down memory lane, song of the south
Don't know whatchu talking, keep my name out your mouth
Back down memory lane, feel my mother's pain
She didn't have to say a word, it ran through my veins
Back down memory lane, song of the south
Don't know whatchu talking, keep my name out your mouth
I'm asking God, how could this be
The one that birthed me fell sick with a disease
I'm down on my knees, begging please
Take away her pain and give it to me
Some things in life just ain't plain to see
So many nights I cry in my sleep
It took me a while, now I'm back on my feet
Time heal wounds, mine so deep
My therapy, bless over beats
Soul still strong, mine still weak
You spit death, I stress peace
My last breath, hope that it reach
Middle of a storm, I bring the heat
Children of the corn, mark of the beast
God granted me wisdom to teach
**** never learn, violence never cease
Under martial law, silence in the streets
Keep it to you all, my pain and grief
Back down memory lane, feel my mother's pain
She didn't have to say a word
It ran through my veins
Back down memory lane, song of the south
Don't know whatchu talking, keep my name out your mouth
Back down memory lane, feel my mother's pain
She didn't have to say a word
It ran through my veins
Back down memory lane, song of the south
Don't know whatchu talking, keep my name out your mouth
Back down memory lane
I could feel my mother's pain
She didn't have to say a word
It was running through my veins
Written by: Richard Demond Broussard

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