School's out, it's 4 p.m.,
I walked beside the traffic with the beat bumpin' in my ears;
ignoring all the world's negativity that is near and walked through the usual.
I smell the Lord's Supper callin' me in;
I'm welcomed back;
I kill the meal like a shark attack, her knowing I made it back in one piece makes it feel like another day at home.
It's morning, some bullies are threatening to stand their ground;
Mama calls to check after the news broke out;
she is afraid to lose her only hope in life, and I'm no fool;
I know wrong from right, and If I get involved with the wrong crowd, I won't be keeping her company tonight.
So I instead have the beat bumpin' in my ears;
ignoring the world's negativity that is near;
passing the evil energy in order to return to the usual.
She welcomes her son back and says,
"You're home!"
You're home.
Cops are wildin', they're blazing the streets;
I'm praying they won't come after me.
I'm no crook,
I'm no serial,
maybe if I took off my hood, I can save her money on a funeral;
so I have the beat bumpin' in my ears;
ignoring the world's negativity that I hear;
strolling by death with no fear, I come back to the usual.
She hears life, callin' from the living room, "Hey Mama, I'm home!"
I'm home.
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PuisiSolace. What is it that soothes you? What puts your heart in the state of rest? Could it be the company of a companion and their body heat during a night in, or the calming solitude you arrive to after a night out? Knowing someone's glad you exist a...
