Homeboy SongFic

So i was listening to my favourite song, and i was like "Hey! i'll make a songfiction instead of being social!" SO here it is. Hope you like! Comments are appreaciated! 

You were too bad for a little square town

With your hip hop hat and your pants on the ground

Heard you cussed out mamma, pushed daddy around,

‘fore you tore off in his car

Here y’all running these dirty old streets

Tattoo on your neck, fake gold on your teeth

Got the hood here snowed but you can’t fool me

We both know who you are

You got into your car and you blasted the radio. Country music started to blare from the stereo, your guilty pleasure. It had been almost five years since you ran off with your dad’s car. You were too bad for that dinky little town. No one understood you back home anyways. Your brother had moved out a few years before, leaving you alone with them, in their center of attention. You had started to hang out with a different crowd. You changed, and your parent didn’t know how to deal with it. You fought all the time with them, and finally you couldn’t take it anymore. You were 22 now. Living in the hoods of a big city. You were with people who were like you.  Tattoo’s and fake gold weren’t uncommon here, and you fit in. You didn’t stick out like a sore thumb, like you did back in your little hick town. This is where you belonged.

Homeboy, you’re gonna wish one day

You were sitting on the gate of a truck by the lake

With your high school flame on one side

Ice cold beer on the other

Ain’t no shame in a blue collar forty

Little house, little kids, little small town story

If you don’t ever do anything else for me

Just do this for me brother

Come on home, boy

                Some days, when things got to tough in the hoods, you would wonder what it would’ve been like. What it would have been like if you had stayed like the little cowboy you used to be. Would you have gotten married, had kids, and brought them up in the same, unchanging, town you had grown up in? Would you have had a cabin at the lake, staying there all summer, catching fish and drinking beer? Would you have still been on good terms with your brother?

I was hauling this hay to Uncle Jo’s farm

Thought of us bare foot kids in the yard

Man it feels like we were just catching snakes in the barn

Now you’re caught up in this mess

I could use a little help

Unloading these bales

I could keep you pretty busy with a hammer and nails

Ain’t a glamorous life

But it’ll keep you outta jail

Not worry us all to death

Yesterday you had gotten a letter in the mail. Who sent letters anymore? Your brother that’s who. You hadn’t looked at it yet. You finally had the guts to open the darn thing, and were surprised at its contents. It was just an ordinary letter. Your brother told you about how he was home and helping your dad with hauling hay and unloading bales at the farm. He told you about how he remembers back when you were young, how you would run around barefoot, and your mom would scold you, but you never listened. You just kept on doing it everyday. He tells you how it would be nice to have some more help on the farm. Even though he was back at home, your dad still needed help. He worries you’ll end up in jail. Your mom worries more than anyone though.

Homeboy, you’re gonna wish one day

You were sitting on the gate of a truck by the lake

With your high school flame on one side

Ice cold beer on the other

Ain’t no shame in a blue collar forty

Little house, little kids, little small town story

If you don’t ever do anything else for me

Just do this for me brother

Come on home, boy

He tells you that, if you ever change your mind, you know where he is. He tells you about his life with his high school sweetheart, and how they’re getting married down at the lake this summer. He tells you all the things a big brother should tell his messed up little brother. The main message? “I wish you’d get your ass home,” Like that will happen. You’ve chosen this life, and you’re sticking to it. You chuck the letter in the back seat.

                 10 years later, you’re cleaning out your car. You had gotten into a little motor vehicle incident, and the motor vehicles division was towing your car to assess the damage. As you were grabbing all the junk from the backseat, you found a piece of paper folded up, under the seat. You opened it and to find an old letter from your brother. As you read the part about running around barefoot, you smiled and reminisced. Those were the days. Things were so simple then. You longed for those days. But things were different now. Everyone had grown up and grown old. You hadn’t been in touch with your family since that letter.  The guy driving the tow truck shouted at you to hurry up. You stuffed the letter in your pocket, and let the ambulance take you to the hospital.

“You can’t hold back

The hands of time

Mamma’s going grey

And so is daddy’s mind

I’d wish you’d come on back

 And make it all right

Before they’re callin’…

‘Homeboy!’”

When you got home late that night, you found another letter from your brother. It was short and simple, and quite straightforward. Your brother had moved away after he had gotten married, and your parents started having trouble all by themselves on the farm. They had moved into a home, and your brother had taken over the farm. Your dad had gotten Alzheimer’s disease, but kept talking about “Homeboy”.  Your mom was worried sick, and getting older by the minute. On a happier note, your brother told you that you were an uncle now, as he and his wife had had a baby girl, six years ago. Your brother had told her that she had an uncle, and she kept asking to meet him. Your brother sent you a picture of her. Your heart melted at the sight of her. Your brother talked about how the farm was doing, and you yearned for your old life. Things were getting tougher and tougher in the hoods. Was it too late to go back home? Would your dad remember you, your moms forgive you, and your brother and family accept you? Was it too late to start again?

Come on home, boy

Homeboy

Come on home, boy

                Your car pulled up to the house. You could see a dog chasing around a cat around the yard, cows grazing in the pasture, and machinery in the backyard. You sat in the car a while, nervous, palms sweating. This was it. You finally got out of the car and went to the door. You stood there a second before ringing the doorbell. A man opened the door and stared at you for a long moment. He took in your appearance. Your close cut hair, your red t-shirt, your blue jeans, your running shoes, your windbreaker. You had the collar of you jacket so he couldn’t see the tattoo on your neck. You had gotten rid of your ear piercing. The man looked confused, and then shocked, and then some emotion you couldn’t read. And then, he did something that surprised you. Your brother embraced you in a hug.

“Welcome home, homeboy.”

I can't say this is my best work, but i really liked the ending! Comment, comment, comment!!!!

I love this song so much. *satisfied sigh*