Mama, I'm Coming Home
Elstyn Gunnn
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I've been starving to know I've been caught up in lows I've been harboring cold thoughts And feeling alone My homie is locked up alone With no one he knows And I'm on the phone And this could be his KO Or it can all be ok Because it's all part of growth He said that he's so scared And he just wants to die old 1100 have passed 1100 to go Then he'll be home Mama, I'm coming home Hope my pistol don't blow Put it to my face And tell my people that I'm gone with the wind Alone with no friends I've been stoned under sin Sentenced by a pen I'm a dog at its end These words hit me hard And beat the weight off my chest They want to stand on my body when I'm dead This gun in my grip That's the world in my hands I'm trying to watch this bitch blow like it's sand in the wind Ropes in my family tree on a broke branch I never really knew myself But the dopeman has got me feeling like I know myself for an old friend Mama, I'm coming home Rolling with them Cripts bruh Neighborhood shit bruh Five down and six up We were babies with the bottle That love to yell and holler About missing moms and fathers I had to bounce before my conscious Got made into a product And sold for a dollar to mark a rich man's bible Or get stuffed inside his wallet Traded for a profit Folded and discarded and burned away like a martyr I was cruising for a bruising Nooses loosened on my neck Each movement could leave me stretched On the ground facing down While they chalk around my carcass found In a pool of blood, did he swim or did he drown Hold my breathe and float around Shit, all I hear is word of mouth Heard a shout come out the last house Trying to wave us down Said he wanted to holler at my friend for a problem With a façade in the art of acting harder He threatened my partner Weapons drawn in this art of war Came to resemble the Blueprints and the Carters And I could douse his brains out his mouth And ask him what he thinks about But I bet he'd just say nothing Mama, I'm coming home And now my pistol's done blown Pull it off his head And tell his people that he's gone with the wind I'm home, let me in Blue skies rub against dark skies in the midst And there's people gonna die And your reasons don't exist Because everyone is killing off of made-up lists My homie's locked up And can't see his lady or his kid All so a mother fucker could get rich
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