Текст песни Atmosphere - Always Coming Back Home to You

To all my killers and the hundred dollar billersTo emo kids that got too many feelingsHe held the register open while he counted her changeI was next in line which meant I was invisibleFrom where I stood I could see that the till was fullHe didn't look the type to play superheroSo I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettesCrept out of the store's front door to chase a little breathBangles in my head, shake the song offAnother manic Monday night, it's gonna be a long walkA car pulled up, a fixed up CutlassA woman and a child climbed out and left it runningThey went inside of the deli, placed an orderWith the extra dollar fifty bottled water cause the daughter's pickyWhen they came out mommy gave me a glanceThat said man can love an angel but he's got to take a chanceAlready knew the deal, I lit one up and walkedSo they got back in their Oldsmobile, belted up and took offThug love on the corner by the WallgreensLooking at me like I'm just another square SaltineAs I get closer I notice they showing each other sketchesOut of their notebooks, reminded me of my old rootsI walk past with a nod and reminisceSwear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesisRespect the life and the fashions of the childrenIt's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been buildingAll of a sudden I'm in front of some manNo, he's a young one, but he's got a gun in his handHe looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no, he looks afraidImmediately apprehensive, 'till I heard him say"Do you want this? It's not mine I promiseI found it on my block in between a couple garagesDidn't want to leave it for a child to stumble overI don't even know how to hold it"It was a thirty eight, a poor man's machete

Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier than expectedWedged it behind my belt buckle Knowing that it's evil, even though I could smell troubleThe extra strength felt weakBut over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross the streetPut the heat in the mail box to lose itFigured that the post office knows what's best to do with itMosey down the road, thinking about the oldI used to roam this zone through two feet of snowRight here, this used to be a record shopI've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beaten up in that parking lotI've had my Lake Street pride for three decadesThese alleyways and these streetlights have seen my best daysBefore I was a germ, learning how to misbehaveAll the way to the grave, south side is my resting placeTook a right on Lyndale I'm getting nearBut then the road became empty and the people disappearedThe clouds ran way, opened up the skyAnd one by one I watched every constellation dieAnd there I was frozen, standing in my back yardFace to face, eye to eye, starring at the last starI should've known, walked all the way homeTo find that she wasn't here, I was still all aloneNo matter where I am, no matter what I doI'm always coming back home to youThey can leave me for dead they can take away my trueI'm always coming back home to youThrough the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blewAs sure as the life in the garden that you grewI'm always coming back home to youNo matter where I am, no matter what I doI'm always coming back home to youIf only I had known what you already knewI'm always coming back home to youFrom the heaven I've had to the hell I've been through I'm always coming back home to youI'm always coming back home to you
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