Hometown Memories

[Intro]
As a youth they say we absorb like sponges, which makes us a product of our environment. So, I wanna talk about mine. My hometown

[Verse 1: Lundi]
I’m from a hometown where memories and past keep provoking me. The battle of the gift and the curse fight to control of thee. Made it to the fork in the road and took the narrow path. Seen less than best in the game, missin’ the grade to pass. I hung around some old heads whose dreams died and souls bled. Alarm vexed like code red, remember what the old said. Life don’t owe you order, white walls deuce and a quarter, had it stolen out the yard, even pops he took it hard. But, home is where the heart is. My town is where my start is. Career is where my part is. Roberta’s where my work is. A hometown that never saw a growth past my birth date. Started last in this race and still ended 1st place. Dreams blown away like green left in a cloud of smoke. Regardless of our different paths, you know I love my folks. Just to say I did what I could, I pray I’m heaven bound. But, for now, I hold my block down around my hometown

[Chorus: Ricco Barrino]
Oh Oh Oooooh! Why don’t you open your eyes just for me? Just for me. Oh Oh Oooooh! You’re caught up in a place and time and you can’t see. Where you can’t see

[Verse 2: Homebwoi]
Yeah… Yeah… Yeah… Ah Ah Ah Homebwoi! Laughed at never talk back used to sell dope now they snort crack, where the soft at? Pop pills, now they’re turnt up, where the chalk at. In the graveyard or the penile system, yeah the prison system where them sharks at. But the hood life is the good life, not that 3rd strike when you got that now you look back. No more hoes, no more parties, clothes, and jewelry (And Jewelry). Just 12 Jurors an appointed lawyer for the jury. But, you ain’t a snitch but somebody’s bitch in a cellblock, sittin’ in hell hot, washing niggas draws when you miss a spot. Bumrush went a niggas cock. Fight to get it but they never quit it, even if they spit it, now you let ‘em hit it. Try to get acquitted. Only deny you your freedom again, shouldn’t have ever did it. Never get a visit, not one single visit from ya niggas mad at that bitch you had. Now your momma’s sad didn’t know ya dad, and your only son’s not the only one. Thought you had it bad, doin’ drag. Son leaves in a body bag. Suicidal while you clench the Bible, wish you had a rope, wish you had a rifle. Only one recital with no audience, in a dark room, with no one to fear. All you leave is broken memories. Took your own life now you’re out of here. Yeah…

[Chorus: Ricco Barrino]
Oh Oh Oooooh! Why don’t you open your eyes just for me? Just for me. Oh Oh Oooooh! You’re caught up in a place and time and you can’t see. Where you can’t see. The walkin’ dead! (Ah Homebwoi) Ooooh Yeah!