I'm Home
(Verse: T.R.U.T.H.)
Uh, this ain't the music you trap to
Nah, this ain't the music she clap to
Rebels against the status quo
Ain't yo typical rap group
Nah, this ain't the music you drink to
Now this the music you think to
Still focused on who I'm made to be
Now I am not tryna be you
Captain of the team, b**ch, ? of the generals
PS on the organs, got TJ on the cinder rolls
Promised in the mainstream clubs where the sinners go
T.R.U.T.H.? Well, me. Man, I'm just in the zone
Push it to the limit, feel the pressure from the critics
Cuz singin' and be rappin' tryna determine where we fit in tho
You are welcomed to sit ?, and get the guns while we try to handle the business
(Hook)
In my home, in my home in my home
This is where I belong
In my home, in my home in my home
In my home, in my home in my home
This is where I belong
In my home, in my home in my home
(Verse 2: Prayz1)
Been through a lot, got my fav talk
Crossed ova to the light like I'm jaywalkin'
But I do walk with J's, tho
Keep it wrapper around my head, halo
When I was young, my concern was the numerals
Only caught me in church on a funeral
But now I'm givin' real hope to the lost
Who only see 100, somethin' like the roman numeral
Gotta keep it relative, so I'm here speakin' life with my relatives
Mixed Bag, we all in it
Cookin' up different meals in the same kitchen
Fell in line together so we ain't trippin'
Different story, different style, same king vision
My dark past ain't last, hope they all listen
Cuz he can bring yo life like electrician
(Hook)
In my home, in my home in my home
This is where I belong
In my home, in my home in my home
In my home, in my home in my home
This is where I belong
In my home, in my home in my home
(Verse 3: TJ Pompeo)
Yeah, TJ, skinny white boy from the burbs
Where your first name never once hit the curve
The heat would travel round the world, hittin' every continent
Bringin' hope with these words
Cuz everybody back home, they used to crack jokes, oh
You the rapper and the cracker always hangin' with the black folks
Slim Shady wanna-be, got sick of that
He started rappin' bout things that he didn't have
All the girls and the money, all the drugs and the parties
The Baccardi, his peers started feelin' that
He made a couple grand back when he was 17
Had a few labels tryna sign him like he never seen
But he always felt weird about it
His songs didn't match his life, that's exactly what was weird about it
He always knew that he was meant for something bigger
His words, they were born to be life, not a trigger
(Hook)
In my home, in my home in my home
This is where I belong
In my home, in my home in my home
In my home, in my home in my home
This is where I belong
In my home, in my home in my home
(Verse 4: Promise)
They like please, you ain't gon' sell
Is you fo' real?! You ain't fo' real
You ain't gon' tell me how to live my life
Cuz you left yo own ways to give your rights up
We were outkasts, aliens, me and you
Big boy on campus, I was eatin' food
In the caff again, battlin', bein' rude
The problem was not bein' hot, it was bein' cool
Okey, I'm spittin' my verse nice
But I obey like I'm drinkin' my first Sprite
Trust, humble, flippin' like a dirt bike
Lux, you know I'm gon' give em that word, right?
Truth, no-one is perfect when it gets hard
But I know I deserve it, check this part
I know of the virgin who's soul is his purpose
Holy detergent cleanse his heart
