Always Coming Back Home to You |
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Always Coming Back Home to You Lyrics |
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 To all my killers and my hundred dollar billersTo 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 didn`t 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 Bengals 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 daughter`s picky When they came out mommy gave me a glance That said, "Man can love an angel but he`s got to take the chance" Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walked So they got back in the Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off Thug love on the corner by the Walgreens Lookin` at me like I`m just another square saltine As I get closer I notice they showin` each other sketches Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots I walk past with a nod and a reminisce Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis Respect the life in the fashions of the children It`s the only culture I`ve got, exactly what we`ve been buildin` All of a sudden I`m in front of some man No he`s a youngin` but he`s 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? It`s not mine I promise I found it on my block in between a couple garages Didn`t wanna leave it for a child to stumble over I don`t even know how to hold it." It was a thirty-eight, the poor man`s machete Held it in my hand, thinking, "Damn man it`s heavier than expected," wedged it behind my belt buckle knowin` 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 across the street put the heat in a mail box to lose it figured that the post office knows what`s 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 I`ve gotten love, I`ve gotten drunk, I`ve gotten beat up in that parking lot I`ve had my Lake Street pride for three decades These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days Before I was a germ learnin how to misbehave, All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place Took a right on Lyndale I`m 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, standin` in my backyard Face to face, eye to eye, starin` at the last star I should`ve known, walked all the way home To find that she wasn`t here, I was still all alone No matter where I am, no matter what I do I`m always coming back home to you They can leave me for dead they can take away my true I`m always coming back home to you Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew I`m always coming back home to you As sure as the life in the garden that you grew I`m always coming back home to you No matter where I am, no matter what I do I`m always coming back home to you If only I had known what you already knew I`m always coming back home to you From the heaven I`ve had to the hell I been through I`m always coming back home to you I`m always coming back home to you |
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