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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 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
Fangles 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 cuz the
daughters 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 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 I'm just another square saltine
As I get closer I notice that they showin 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
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 mans machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier
then 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 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
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 Lindale I'm getting near
But then the road became empty and the people
disappear'd
The clowds 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'm 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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