This is a Prolo song that would be on a new collection of songs if we ever did a new collection of song, that is nothing but the instrumental to “Cadillac on 22s” slowed down with me and Mike Gee freestyling about family life on it. Boogie Brown laced it with the bluegrass two-part harmonics on the chorus, and oddly enough, I heard of some country ass dudes somewhere or another in rural Virginia who were like, “This is how this beat was meant to be done.” I love shit like that. I’ve heard of dudes who play horseshoes in the Shenandoah mountains or hillbilly ass redneck hippie types down around West Virginia or the hopeless but loveable lifetime stoners of my hometown rocking the Prolo. I don’t know why I’m all wrapped up in this cyber-bullshit. I should just be drinking beer with anybody and everybody from Amelia County to Buggs Island, from where I-85 near Emporia slices the right end of southside of Virginia from the soulless flypaper of Tidewater all the way down to the southwest jut of the Old Dominion spooning up against wild and wonderful West Virginia, from 15 south of Charlottesville to 5 miles north of Danville, and just freestyling my whole fucking life away. I was getting ready to type, “wouldn’t nobody know me,” thinking in the larger sense of the whole wide world, but actually a whole lot more people would know me. In real life is underrated.
STEAL "Virginia Back Roads"
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