Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Where you can pull up on vacation and roll out on probation, no cap. Down here it ain’t about the postcards and palm trees, it’s about survival. (Chorus) Lord thank you for loving me and protecting me, just trying to feed my family, my children, my grandchildren, my friends, anybody who aint. I'm gonna do my best, not trying to hurt no one , just wanna make it to make sure my family's good and a good lord can take me on, But don't worry, we all have to answer to the big man.Please judges jail whatever so disremember that what's your karma gonna to be Police crooked, people crooked, system built like a trap house with marble floors. If your make it all the way and get our worth some money, you will be a legend here ,you the one in a million, for real. They got that jail named after granddaddy J. Rubin Long, his son the judge, judge’s sons a lawyer and a cop. If that ain’t the good ol’ boy system then, I don’t know what is. Whole family tree eating off the same pain, same chains, same last name. You blink wrong on Ocean Boulevard, they got a bed waiting on you. (Chorus) Lord thank you for loving me and protecting me, just trying to feed my family, my children, my grandchildren, my friends, anybody who aint. I'm gonna do my best, not trying to hurt no one , just wanna make it to make sure my family's good and a good lord can take me on, But don't worry, we all have to answer to the big man.Please judges jail whatever so disremember that what's your karma gonna to be I remember when I was young, this beach felt different. Sand felt softer, nights felt safer, laws felt lighter. Now the corruption done more damage than any hustler ever could. ’Cause when the ones you voted in to hold the line start breaking it, who you supposed to trust after that? Me, I only trust God. That’s the only one I know ain’t running no side hustle on my soul. So to everybody out here grinding in the middle of this mess: get it up, put it in, get it out, do it again— but keep your spirit clean while your hands get dirty. Stay solid. Keep your game sharp, your hustle real, know when to deal and when to chill. Let your circle be small, let your peace be big. Myrtle Beach might try to break you, but it can’t own you. Be blessed, stay blessed, and never let this beach change who you are. (Chorus) Lord thank you for loving me and protecting me, just trying to feed my family, my children, my grandchildren, my friends, anybody who aint. I'm gonna do my best, not trying to hurt no one , just wanna make it to make sure my family's good and a good lord can take me on, But don't worry, we all have to answer to the big man.Please judges jail whatever so disremember that what's your karma gonna to be

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