Lyrics:
turn to night then once again
And I’d pretend that I was in the shoes of rappers I looked up to
I had a mic and a boombox I’d hook it up to
I’d put
I feel the Aryan in my blood, it's scarier than a Blood
Been looking for holy water, now I'm praying for a flood
It feel like time passing me by
It wouldn't be right
You still feel (Feels like home)
Feel (Feels like home)
Feel (Feels like home)
Nothing feels like home
Feel (Feels like home
the same direction
Would we be home by
Now I don't know if I'd been okay with
Holding out hope for your stack of rain checks
If I'd been able to grin
friends George and Jay
It was a funky fresh crew and I'd DJ
What a shock it was to be on the set
Comin' from a nice home now livin' in the projects
No
that
No one does or ever will
So if you're ever lost and
Find yourself all alone
I'd search forever just to bring you home
Here and now, this I vow
By
inside my head goes on and on (Lubie come back home)
Said Lubie Lubie you better go back home
I said I, I thought I'd make it by myself (Lubie come
figured he could deliver these lines that he configured
To take your dome off, like rip the roof of your home off
Like the Big Bad Wolf when I come through
That's crazy
And it was like a weird brain loop malfunction in me
I'd experienced something
A lot of stress reaction
I don't know
It was cool in a sense
Yo that shit you did last
Night was fucking gay!
But regardless lets get this battle underway
Because I'd rather get buried alive
Than have to deal
like a train that's left the tracks
The world is falling apart
I'd gladly help to put it back
But tell me where to start
I'm taking you home (yeah)
the beef, yeah
Look
I just hit a lick on the 5th and I'd be dumb if I don't send it home (Send it home)
Looking at my bitch right now and she looking like
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
THE FOOTPRINTS
LEFT BEHIND SINCE I LEFT HOME
I'D GLADLY TRADE TOMORROW
JUST TO BUY BACK ALL THE TEARS
MY DEAR OLD MOM AND DADDY CRIED
THROUGHOUT MY WASTED YEARS
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
you
We be like la, la, la, la
From the same city as the B-IG
Wanna serve these bars, gotta see ID
Now I'm on they radar, where B dot be
Was a slave for
home.
I'd like to know who's knocking on door,
I'd like to know what they come here for.
You'd like to say no but the words won't come,
Come in
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
Sting you like a bumble bee
Fly as a whosp
Tell ima G by the way that I talk
Long story short Ive been blessed by the Gods
So you can't tell me
On that O-Z, Dorothy ain't goin' home tonight
That's on e'rythang, put it on the kids and the wife
Been buryin' my folks ever since they raised the price
memo
See I am a professional this is not a demo
In fact call it a lecture a visual picture
Sort of a poetic and rhythm like mixture
Listen I'm not
what my teacher said
Said I'd either be dead or be a reefer head
Now sure if that's how adults should speak to kids
Especially when the only thing I
weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I lecture how I got God but don't
and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
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