I grew up in bealsville

Talking Intro:

Yeah, let me set the record straight on this one.

I wasn't born out here, and we didn't own the dirt under our feet.

I moved to Bealsville when I was twelve years old with my grandparents.

We rented a place from the Gainers down on Horton Road.

Didn't have a single blood relative in the whole town, but it didn't even matter.

The way folks looked out for you, it felt like family from day one.

Bealsville, Florida... founded back in eighteen sixty-five by twelve freed families.

It used to be pure country, but man, things are shifting now.

Verse 1

I was twelve years old when my grandparents made the move (yeah)

Settled on Horton Road, trying to find our groove (so Majestic)

Renting from the Gainers, just a simple place to stay (real talk)

No bloodline in the town, but we made it anyway.

Didn't take long till the neighbors brought us in

Treating us like cousins, like we always were kin.

Walking down Horton Road under that warm sun

Knowing every single soul before the day was done (boss)

Running past the Glover School, feeling so alive

Learning 'bout the history from eighteen sixty-five.

How Alfred Beal bought the land to set the people free

Five dollars an acre for the local community.

We didn't own the acreage, but we shared the love (yeah)

Blessed by the spirit and the blue skies above.

It was pure open country back when I was young

Now a whole different tune is getting sung.

Chorus

I grew up in Bealsville, even if I wasn't born (real talk)

Renting on Horton Road from the night to the morn.

Times are changing fast, turning green grass into street (yeah)

Trying to keep the feeling while the two worlds meet.

Verse 2

It ain't the same no more, we used to call it pure country

Now it's starting to look like neighborhoods to me (so Majestic)

Subdivisions popping up where cattle used to graze

Everything is shifting from those simple quiet days.

Unfamiliar faces now walking down the lane (real talk)

New houses going up, driving through the rain.

I remember how the Gainers held the community down

Generations of respect built inside this town.

Even without blood ties, everybody cared (boss)

Every meal, every memory, everything was shared.

Now traffic lines the roads where the horses used to stride

And brand new developments are spreading far and wide.

I ride past Horton Road and I pause to take a breath

Watching old country values facing modern death (yeah)

Unfamiliar faces waving as they pass me by

Looking at the skyline underneath the Florida sky.

Chorus

I grew up in Bealsville, even if I wasn't born (real talk)

Renting on Horton Road from the night to the morn.

Times are changing fast, turning green grass into street (yeah)

Trying to keep the feeling while the two worlds meet.

Bridge

Progress comes knocking whether you are ready or you're not

Building modern structures on every open plot (so Majestic)

You don't need a deed to feel the roots inside the dirt

Or to feel the quiet loss when the traditions get hurt (real talk)

Twelve families laid the groundwork way back in the day

And the people on Horton Road showed us the way (yeah)

So even if the scenery is turning into towns

The feeling of that family love will never be brought down.

Verse 3

Walking by the old church where we learned to lift our voice

Remembering that staying true is always still a choice (so Majestic)

My grandparents taught me how to walk with my head high

Respect the land and people as the years go by.

It ain't the same no more, the quiet country air is gone

Replaced by construction trucks working at the dawn.

Unfamiliar faces looking for a quiet space (boss)

Finding what the elders built inside this sacred place.

Renting on Horton Road made me who I am today

Taught me how community can wash the doubts away (real talk)

From eighteen sixty-five straight into twenty twenty-six

We keep the heritage alive through all the urban mix.

The historic schoolhouse stands to remind us who we are

A beacon of our strength that shines bright just like a star (yeah)

I grew up in Bealsville, that's a badge I proudly wear

No matter how the neighborhood changes over there.

Chorus

I grew up in Bealsville, even if I wasn't born (real talk)

Renting on Horton Road from the night to the morn.

Times are changing fast, turning green grass into street (yeah)

Trying to keep the feeling while the two worlds meet.

Talking Outro:

Yeah.

Shoutout to my grandparents for bringing me out here when I was twelve.

Shoutout to the Gainers and everybody on Horton Road.

We might have been renters, but that town made us family.

Neighborhoods might change, but the feeling stays forever.

Real talk.