To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers
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To emo kids that got too many feelings
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He held the register open while he counted her change
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I was next in line which meant I was invisible
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From where I stood I could see that the till was full
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He didn't look the type to play superhero
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So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes
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Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath
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Fangles in my head, shake the song off
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Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk
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A car pulled up, a fixed up cutlass
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A woman and a child climbed out and left it running
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They went inside of the deli, placed an order
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With the extra dollar fifty bottled water cuz the daughters picky
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When they came out mommy gave me a glance
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That said man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance
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Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk
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So they got back in the oldsmobile, belted up, and took off
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Thug love on the corner by the walgreens
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Lookin at me like I'm just another square saltine
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As I get closer I notice that they showin each other sketches
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Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots
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I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce
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Swear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesis
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Respect the life and the fashions of the children
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It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been buildin
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All of a sudden I'm in front of some man
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No he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his hand
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He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid
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Immediately apprehensive til I heard him say
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"Do you want this It's not mine I promise
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I found it on my block in between a couple garages
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Didn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble over
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I don't even know how to hold it."
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It was a thirty eight, the poor mans machete
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Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected,
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Wedged it behind my belt buckle
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Knowin that its evil, even thought that I could smell trouble
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The extra strength felt weak,
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But over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the
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Street
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Put the heat in the mail box to loose it
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Figured that the post office knows whats best to do with it
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Mosey down the road thinkin' bout the old
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I use to roam this zone with two feet of snow
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Right here, this use to be a record shop
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I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that parking lot
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I've had my lake street pride for three decades
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These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days
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Before I was a germ learnin how to misbehave,
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All the way to the grave, south side is my resting place
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Took a right on Lyndale I'm getting near
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But then the road became empty and the people disappear'd
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The clowds ran away, opened up the sky
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And one by one I watched every constellation die
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And there I was frozen, standin in my backyard
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Face to face, eye to eye, starin at the last star
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I should've known, walked all the way home
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To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone
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No matter where I am, no matter what I do
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I'm always coming back home to you
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They can leave me for dead they can take away my true
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I'm always coming back home to you
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Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew
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I'm always coming back home to you
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As sure as the life in the garden that you grew
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I'm always coming back home to you
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No matter where I am, no matter what I do
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I'm always coming back home to you
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If only I had known what you already knew
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I'm always coming back home to you
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From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through
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I'm always coming back home to you
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I'm always coming back home to you
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Always Coming Back Home To You
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