To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers
To emo kids that got too many feelings
He held the register open while he counted her change
I was next in line which meant I was invisible
From where I stood I could see that the till was full
He didnt look the type to play superhero
So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes
Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath
Bangles in my head, shake the song off
Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk
A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass
A woman and a child climbed out and left it running
They went inside of the deli, placed an order
With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cause the daughters picky
When they came out mommy gave me a glance
That said man can love an angel but hes got to take the chance
Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk
So they got back in the Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off
Thug love on the corner by the walgreens
Lookin at me like Im just another square saltine
As I get closer I notice that they showing each other sketches
Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots
I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce
Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis
Respect the life and the fashions of the children
Its the only culture Ive got, exactly what weve been building
All of a sudden Im in front of some man
No hes a youngin but hes got a gun in his hand
He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid
Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say
Do you want this Its not mine I promise
I found it on my block in between a couple garages
Didnt wanna leave it for a child to stumble over
I dont even know how to hold it.
It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man its heavier then expected,
Wedged it behind my belt buckle
Knowing that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble
The extra strength felt weak,
But over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the
Street
Put the heat in the mail box to loose it
Figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it
Mosey down the road thinkin bout the old
I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow
Right here, this use to be a record shop
Ive gotten love, Ive gotten drunk, Ive gotten beat up in that parking lot
Ive had my lake street pride for three decades
These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days
Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave,
All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place
Took a right on Lyndale Im getting near
But then the road became empty and the people disappeared
The clouds ran away, opened up the sky
And one by one I watched every constellation die
And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard
Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star
I shouldve known, walked all the way home
To find that she wasnt here, Im still all alone
No matter where I am, no matter what I do
Im always coming back home to you
They can leave me for dead they can take away my true
Im always coming back home to you
Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew
Im always coming back home to you
As sure as the life in the garden that you grew
Im always coming back home to you
No matter where I am, no matter what I do
Im always coming back home to you
If only I had known what you already knew
Im always coming back home to you
From the heaven Ive had to the hell I been through
Im always coming back home to you
Im always coming back home to you
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