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Troy (Ancient Greek: Τροία, Troia or Τροίας, Troias and Ἴλιον, Ilion or Ἴλιος, Ilios; Latin: Troia and Ilium; Hittite: Wilusha or Truwisha; Turkish: Truva or Troya) was a city in the far northwest of the region known in late Classical antiquity as Asia Minor, now known as Anatolia in modern Turkey, just south of the southwest mouth of the Dardanelles strait and northwest of Mount Ida. The present-day location is known as Hisarlik. It was the setting of the Trojan War described in the Greek Epic Cycle, in particular in the Iliad, one of the two epic poems attributed to Homer. Metrical evidence from the Iliad and the Odyssey suggests that the name Ἴλιον (Ilion) formerly began with a digamma: Ϝίλιον (Wilion); this is also supported by the Hittite name for what i… more »

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And we just wanna make it back home
They say we got wings but don’t fly
Ducking ‘cause they shootin’ outside
We just wanna make it home
And we just wanna make it back home
They say we got wings but don’t fly
Ducking ‘cause they shootin’ outside
We just wanna make it home

Heaven or hell? 
Freedom or Jail?
Tuition or Bail?
Sleep in your cell
Sleep when you call
Sick of them bars
Prosecutors tricking niggas into taking strikes for lesser time
That’s a crime in itself
I can’t find in myself
To forget or forgive
Like I’m dying in a sense
I been crying ever since 
Daddy left
Momma told me hold my head (Hold my head)
Weight of the world on your shoulders
Is you scared? 
Kill a nigga, not a motive
Lock a nigga, meet your quota 
You a gansta, what you bang?
What’s that hangin’ out your pocket?
Only option in the projects
In the hallway transactions
I ain’t praying for salvation
Mass incarceration real, no appeal 
No parole, just patrol cars waiting by the door
Ma, I might not make it home
Don’t you cry too soon
Don’t say bye too soon
If I die at least I lived 

Back home, make it back home 
Back home, back home
 
Nana ain’t have no cable I seen drama out her screen door
Guns and drugs the lifestyles of the living poor
Well life and death it’s either, or
Daddy got shot, Momma baby ‘bout to drop
My feet could barely reach the floor
Too young to know the aroma of dope and crack
Nana said 
Don’t go to that corner in fear we won’t make it 
Back when I was six they hit Troy with the stick
Supposed to hit the league
With Alonzo, by the morning I was sick
First round pick for the Magic
Pro Wizard with the wrist
All that greedy money eating man it only bring the shits
I never fucked with suits mane they never seemed to fit
Funerals end movies of a thousand clips, the wildest shit
Man it’s tough to break the mold
I need my wrists dipped in gold
My teeth dipped in gold
My daughter dipped in fur
Just in case it get cold
I been sleeping with my third eye wide awoke
Blessed smoke for the chakras in my throat
Be the realest who ever spoke
And this I know
Still uncertain if I leave outside my door 
Will I return like Jordan wearing the 4-5 fasho
That reality never gave me no feels
That reality never gave me no chills
My black skin boy always came with the thrill

Make it back home, 
Back home, back home
Ohh

And we just wanna make it back home
They say we got wings but don’t fly
Ducking ‘cause they shootin’ outside
We just wanna make it home

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