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 cuz 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 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 Its the only culture Ive got, exactly what weve been buildin 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 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 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 learnin 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 disappeard 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 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
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 10:37:48 +0000
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