Home is Where the Heart is

It's hard to sleep with these loudhelicopters surrounding me

My place of peace

At least it try to be

On the outside ain't really nothing but

Hood violence , Dope feins, irresponsible youngsters

And sometimes the occasional awkward silence

Oh yeah, and sad black people

Driving frantically on our streets

Are terrified whites, tryna get back to their side of town

After slaving a 9-5 in my city

Where they are free to make jokes

About how i'm living

Like I chose this

Who in their right mind would wanna live like this

On the flipside

There's hope, security, and direction

Inside of my home

No matter the location

I strive for

Yearn for

And DEMAND

My God's connection

“You here right?”

Cause I ain't gotta strap to my name

Not even a bulldeuce deuce

I swear to you

All these prayers I been sending are fuel

To remove me and my son from this turmoil

I promise I'm not with all the fame

I'm just tryna live right

Maybe you won't think I’m too lame

And leave me in the hood to rot

And sleep on my dreams

This shack

This low-income housing

This poorly built duplex

This gang infested patio…

This stove with only two working eyes.

These lights that can’t keep a shine

Flickering, in and out…  

Still.

Home is where the heart is.