The Borough

[Verse 1]
Uh, I ain't been to Queens in a minute, I miss the feeling
My nephew causing mischief, my mama up in the kitchen
Probably cooking for her only son, you know, that curry chicken
Picking up my niece to believe in peace and forgiveness
I haven’t been myself, and surely haven't been decent
Since I left my girl, I don't know what to believe in
This music shit is crazy, it keeps me right by the deep end
Either drowning in some pussy, or drowning all in my feelings
See, my father getting older, it breaks my heart every minute
Trying to get closer to God, ‘cause I know his clock is ticking
I wanna feel connection, I wanna heal my spirit, but I’ve witnessed a couple deaths and I'm losing my religion
Shit, and why you take my cousin? Why you take Stephon?
What's good with Falastin? How you drop them bombs?
If need be, I'll buy a semi, and then do your job
A white man killed fifty of us, don't he need you God?
Back on my local shit, working on my approach
Sharing shit about me that most of you haven't known
I'm a headcase, with a short fuse, don't like to be provoked
‘Cause Jason got the gun, and G keep all the smoke

[Chorus]
I haven’t been home in a minute, the shows ain’t appealing, but there's always a lose
I know the goals aren’t finished, but I miss my village, I do what I'm supposed to do
‘Til I head back to the borough, back to the borough, back to the borough, back to the borough, yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 2]
I think you think shit is sweet, you don't know me (you don't know me)
I’m stacking bread, losing homies
I want the world, and I wanted you to hold me
But they won't let you have them both, they won't condone it, hey
You see what they did to Nip? We've got a lot to question
You bring the block your blessings, then they block your blessings
I'm watching people that are close become the opposition
Balancing priority and purpose takes some more finessing
Shit get to popping when I'm sipping on that potion
Driving in the boat, feeling like the ocean
She smelling dank, ask me what the fuck the smoke is
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Was out in India in five star hotels
Look like outta nowhere, if it ain't your hood you don't go there
All of they shows alone, into my zone, and I miss home here
She checking up on my phone, I cannot condone what goes on there
It's that New York city gritty committee pity the fool
With a bunch of nutcrackers and shit I shouldn't consume
Women wear my clothing, give it back with their perfume
But I still feel so alone, when New Delhi is my view, uh

[Chorus]
I haven't been home in a minute, the shows ain't appealing, but there's always a lose
I know the goals aren't finished, but I miss my village, I do what I'm supposed to do
‘Til I head back to the borough, back to the borough, back to the borough, back to the borough, yeah yeah yeah