Bury Me On A Backroad (REMIXED) : ST.CLAIR

Cover from BURY ME ON A BACKROAD @ohthatsjustbrandon. REMIXED written by DJ Billo BACKROAD REQUIEM ST. CLAIR [Intro – They gon’ say I sold my soul… I just never gave ’em the receipt. [Hook] If the reaper pull my card tonight, don’t drag me to no church light Bury me where the crows lose signal, middle of nowhere, no search type Draped in every chain I slaved for, gold cold as the dirt I’m buried under No name on the stone, let the wind read the sins I authored I don’t want tears, I want silence, I want cornfields to swallow the sound Want my momma to keep laughin’, not collapse when they lower me down Backroad burial, flyover skies, where satellites can’t track the pain If I die, let the wheat grow over every letter of my name [Verse 1] Came from mud so thick it had fingerprints Tadpole in a tar pit, learned to swim with the sharks and the hypocrites City on my back like a crucifixion pose Every mile I drove away, another nail in the coffin I chose Took the dreams they said were fiction, turned ’em scripture, then flipped the page Turned the bridges that I torched into torches just to light the stage I done danced with Death in diesel smoke, moonshine on my breath He said “You owe me one,” I said “Collect when the sun forget the West” Poured out liquor for the living, ’cause the dead don’t drink regrets Every scar a bar, every chain a verse, every link a threat If tomorrow never finds me, tell the preacher keep his sermon I wrote mine in blood on the dash of every backroad I was swervin’ [Hook] [Verse 2] I been stabbed in the front, shot in the back, still never bled out fake Had love look me dead in the eyes, then fix its mouth to lie and snake Carried that weight like Sisyphus with a smile and a loaded .38 Karma pull up in a blacked-out hearse, I tip my hat, I can’t relate Tell my seeds I built the table, even if I never sat to eat Every brick I laid in hell was just foundation for their feet Let the world debate my worth, I cashed the check before the hate Died a thousand times in private just to live one time on stage If the stone stays blank, that’s the point—no legacy to rob Just a ghost in the corn that whispers “I beat the devil at his job” [Verse 3 – But lately I been dreamin’ in reverse—rewindin’ every crime scene Plantin’ seeds in the same dirt I poisoned, tryna grow somethin’ clean Sent the check back to the mama of the kid I left in ’09 Told her keep it, burn my name, let my guilt be the only thing that dies Tore the rearview off the whip, ain’t no more lookin’ at the past Every mile I put between me and the monster is a prayer that finally lasts Gave the streets my resignation letter written in hundred-dollar bills Told the devil he can keep the change, I’m tradin’ chains for daffodils If redemption got a price, I paid it in the dark where no one sees Took the gold off my neck and melted it into keys for kids who look like me So when they lay me down nameless, let the earth forgive the weight Let the roots drink my sins and bloom somethin’ beautiful out the hate Maybe then the crows’ll sing a different song over my bones A quiet hymn that says a sinner came home without a headstone [Final Hook – Bury me where the crows lose signal, but let the sunrise know my name Draped in the mercy I ain’t earn, gold traded for grace Backroad, no marker, let the wheat wave like forgiveness If I die redeemed, let the silence be my witness Tell my momma I finally came back home Even if it took a grave to get me there alone [Outro – No name on the stone… But the flowers know who planted them