Route 3 Box 250 D
Route 3 Reflections: A Tale of Resilience and Redemption
Lyrics
I'd like to say it was perfect
I wish I could claim that my upbringing was flawless
And growing up was a fairytale
Growing up didn't resemble a perfect fairytale
But Hollywood don't make no movies
Hollywood doesn't produce films about a mobile home
About a house up on wheels
A narrative about a house on wheels is not cinematic
Down a dirt road, Mississippi
Located on a dirt road in Mississippi
Tucked back in the trees
Nestled among the trees
Route 3 Box 250 D
Addressed as Route 3 Box 250 D
Well the man my mama married
The man my mother married had a cruel nature
Had a mean streak in his blood
A propensity for aggression ran in his veins
And when he took to drinking
His aggression emerged when he consumed alcohol
He'd take it out on us
His anger was directed towards us
And I could hear my mama crying
I could hear my mother weeping
That made it hard to sleep
Mom's tears made it difficult for me to sleep
Route 3 Box 250 D
Addressed as Route 3 Box 250 D
That's where I became a man
This place marked my transition into adulthood
Long before my time
I matured well before my chronological age
And since I left I ain't been back
Since leaving, I haven't returned physically
But I go back in my mind
Mentally, I revisit that place
Thank God for Buford Bailey
Expressing gratitude for Buford Bailey
He had a pond he'd let me fish
He allowed me to fish in his pond
That's where I'd run off to
My escape destination
Every chance I'd get
Whenever I had the opportunity
And I would pray that God was listening
Praying for divine intervention
And He'd come rescue me
Hoping that God would rescue me
Route 3 Box 250 D
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Then one day, my uncle pulled up in a pickup truck
One day, my uncle arrived in a pickup truck
Loaded up everything
Loaded up and took away everything
Wasn't much but it was everything
Not much, but it represented my entire world
I'd like to say it was perfect
I wish I could claim that my upbringing was flawless
That growing up was a fairytale
Growing up didn't resemble a perfect fairytale
Hollywood don't make no movies
Hollywood doesn't produce films about a mobile home
About a house up on wheels
A narrative about a house on wheels is not cinematic
Down a dirt road, Mississippi
Located on a dirt road in Mississippi
But that's what made me, me
But that environment shaped my identity
Route 3 Box 250 D
Addressed as Route 3 Box 250 D
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