To Break the Cocoon

I’m from Backwoods, Glass Ceiling, Rebel Flag, AlabamaWhere high school makes straw dogs out of black boys with dreamsWhere dreams get downsized to fit on an assembly line at the cement    plantWhere cement cracks come from the impact of fallen godsWhere God can be found on the 50 yard lineTucked between the Old and New TestamentWith a scope for good aimWhere aims kill wild turkey but can’t go past city limitsWhere limits get replenished by Bass Pro Shops and the Shops at Grand    RiverWhere rivers don’t reach cus we like ponds roun hereWe here, we stayThose straysJust beggin to be put down