I can feel it in my gut, that muggy air
As my tires kiss the road beneath me

The oppressive wrench, like a blanket
as my mouth bites that, which was once beneath my tires

I can’t see you, but I hear… You call for my stillness
You seek to shackle me against that which I don’t belong

Your knee in my back you quiet me…
My eyes down making no contact

My arms are still in the wind, but nothing helps
As the sweat runs down my body…

I fear in my distance that I should never see my home again
I fear in my heart those I love will see me gone

But I make it home, because my path is Straight
and I am White in my iniquities like a Mississippi Snow.