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