B.C.B II (Homeward Bound)

[Verse 1]
Yo, just came back from the motherland
I mean my mother's land
It could be my ancestor's on the other hand
Feeling a feeling that's reminiscent to happiness
Walking around the streets reciting my verbal passages
Soaking up the vibes, the feeling, the culture
The stress of Lithonia almost gave the kid an ulcer
Had to clear my head move around a little space
I was running from the pain, I'm not privy to the chase
Even rainy days never seem to kill my vibe
But back when I'm in Georgia man I'm always stuck inside
I've never felt at home, truthfully I never tried
Cause I always figured Buffalo would be the place I die
I rep it hard I keep my hometown pride
Bills sticker on my car
See how my hometown rides
I've never been a fan of football and even though we ain't been to the Superbowl
My city's still eatin' enough to fit in a Superbowl
Visions of a youngin'
Tryna make it for his area
Came with more plans than a cell phone carrier
Call my grandma just to let her know I cherish her
Missing all my siblings' milestones nothing scarier
Than knowing any word could be the last one that you speak
So I love all of y'all from DiDi to Uncle Keith
I barely show it though, I get so wrapped up
Man why my dad had to fuck around and act up?
I'm not saying him and my mother would have married one other
But I'd have a better bond with cousins, sisters and brothers
I miss y'all more than ever, so focused on my endeavours
That it feels as though connections we cherished have slowly severed
Me, Jerel and Adrian don't hardly talk like we used to
Used to be tight with Vinnie, me and him now got loose too
Moved to the A
Now the pen is where he stay
With this pen I will display that I'm closer to my faith
Difference in my pace
Slow and steady wins the race
But I'm hard headed, I got my mother's brain and my dad's face
I'm still a savior, young Jesus of Nazareth
Might hit my aunt Bonnie and ask for some apple crisp
Should tell my grandfather, I'm sorry I haven't called
I'm sad that Joe and Poppy will never hear all my songs
Rest in peace, uncle Jackie, aunt Joan, even granny
I do this for the family, gonna turn up at the Grammys for the Lo

[Outro]
Yeah, we goin' do it for the Lo
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