Georgia, see?
Adapted from Arrested Development’s Tennessee
Man, I’ve really been real stressed
Down and out, losing ground
Although I am smart and strong
Problems got me pessimistic
My little sister keeps callin’ up
Why does it have to be so damn tough
I don’t know where I can go
To let these ghosts out of my skull
My grandma passed, my mama’s gone
I never at once felt so alone
I know you’re supposed to be my steering wheel
Not just my spare tire
Smoking Baby
Be my guidance towards the truth
For some strange reason it has to be
He guided me to Georgia, see
Take them to another place
Take them to another land
Let us forget all that hurts us
Let us understand your plan
Smoking Baby, we got a relationship
Talking to each other every night and day
Although you’re superior over me
We talk to each other in a friendship way
One night you tell me that I gotta break
Out of Brooklyn and into the country
Past Macon and into Fitzgerald
Where the ghosts of childhood haunt me
Walk the roads my family walks
Pass the fields the cotton comes from
I ask those fields for all their wisdom
They tell me my ears are so young
Go back to from whence you came
My family needs a family name
For some strange reason it’s up to me
He guided me to Georgia, see
Take them to another place
Take them to another land
Let us forget all that hurts us
Let us understand your plan
Now I see the effect of history
Why people be in the mess that they be
Many attempts at freedom made in vain
By girls in the country playing ghetto games
I asked Smoking Baby why he enlightened me
Without the enlightenment of all my folks
He said cause I set myself on a quest for truth
And he was there to quench my thirst
But I am still thirsty …
Smoking Baby allow me to drink some more
I learned what I am yearning for is
To share the answers, which are in front of me
The ultimate truth is sometimes blurry
For every reason it has to be
It’s the dream for Georgia, see
