Home for Good - Solomon Childs

I’m home for good

'll be a shootout, they try to summon me back

Take a hint, strive for what you wanna get

Cuz if it’s blood, that they want

Then it’s blood, what they gotta get

The year of '88, Special Ed & Big Daddy Kane

Momma had two jobs, and got there whether snow, sleet or rain

Thank you for sending me to church, with my cousins Glendall & Dame

Who ever thought, I’d give you so much pain

From on the blocks styling, to in & out of Riker’s Island

Where I stay in the box, it wasn’t more than an idea

I had to cheat my options, at the same time

The penal changed my life

Taught me how your wife can turn crooked

Puerto Ricans taught me how the coke sizzle when you cook it

First bid, all the way upstate, pressure from the gate

Inmates, scheaming on my thirty five pounds

Police looking to put one in your back

And to catch you out of bounds, man, man, come on

The year is '96

Back on the block hood, looking to get rich

You bitch ass police told all by snitch

Younger words went to the feds

This year, we lost alotta track heads

And as time went on

I’m taught to teach when the dark read

Man, listen, can tell you about some hard times

I’ll tell you about some hard crimes

My first daughter already three

And on my second felony, I was being found guilty

Back up north, stressed out on the yard

On lowback, cuz I had an asshole foot on the back

But this time it was a lot different

No sweatsuits or Reebok classics

I had to rob and poke these bastards

Muthafucka…

The year of 20−04

And I ain’t been back in a minute, hoe

Bitch ass slow down on crime

Some say I got a more positive mind

But that ain’t what it is

Learned how to do the crime the quiet way

The ski-mask way, this dedicated

To the memories of Cooper, Damian Faye

K-Barge, Jamaican Shawn

Tank, and the god Inf

And the moral of the story is this

Though we all gon' plead the fifth

But you can be whatever you is

You live it, but nobody take none from you

If you work so hard to gain it