Home (feat. Ron Gilmore & LaVoyce)

I may have to force myself to punch in

Who knows?

Yea, yea

Yea, yea

Yea, momma said life is like a box of condoms

Might get fucked in the end, but you got your options

How much time imma spend tryna pound my pockets

Imma say it depends where they lay my carcass

Bury me with the golds, so that when I go my radiance show

you should know, that I did it big, just look how it glow

I suppose I could tuck it in but how would you know?

Even though its gon’ represent what we dying for

Fuck it though

I can’t let it go, I need me like every note

I think me and money go together like we married folk

I see me and money got our problems like we married folk

I can’t seem to find out why my eyes feel like they never closed

I ain’t seen my family in some time feel I’m never close

Will they forgive me for my absence? Know I’ll never know

I was tryna make it make a wave, like the levee broke

Mama asked me when I’m gon make it home,

I don’t know

And she said,

Well, Hope you make before the light come (Hope you make it before the light come)

Hope you make it before the light (Hope you make it before the lights)

I don’t know

And she said,

Hope you make before the light come (Hope you make it before the light come)

Hope you make it before the light (Hope you make it before the lights)

Everybody dreams

I wonder what it means to me (wonder what it means)

God knows we need to see life is for the making

All in how you take it

Don’t know what you can’t see

Don’t give up on your-

I been dreaming a lot

So much I can’t tell the difference between living and dying

Know this opportunity come to those willing to fry

Balancing decisions on whether I’m with it or not

Knowing I feel I’m hindering God

From what he started

Knowing the energy finicky, full of frozen hearteds

No one is like you, ‘til they don’t like you

Then oh you part of the mass of **** who on they ass

Over promises made, I know they haunting

How many suffer from a dream shattered?

I know it’s tough because them dreams matter

Tryna tread water with a lean paddle

I was afraid and too jaded to go on

Check my phone, it’s a message, “you better make it back home”

I hope we make it ‘fore the lights come

I hope we make it ‘fore the lights come

I just got to grow, the salt in my soles really

I got a lot of goals, you would think I score plenty

Man, we was super close, now it’s super cold, innit?

I just got to make it home

Back to wall, back to the basement

Back to whatever made me

I’m black as ever, back to my roots

Everything black adjacent

Though I may get disconnected at times, I know I’ll make it back home