Coming Home - Mark Battles, Dizzy Wright

Hey mama your son is coming home

Look like we made it on our own

At first it was a dream

And now it’s looking set in stone

Never satisfied so I got to ask for more

Somebody asked me how I do it

More money more problems

I remember the days when that shit used to sound stupid

But now I get it

We was painting pictures with raps but man I was worried about being evicted

Made some money and celebrated and now they say we acting different

Y’all feeling the pressure I swear I barely noticed it

I’m smoking but I’m always focusing

Cause living well is the best revenge

Positive rapper somebody going to tell my mama that

I struggled all my life look at me now

What kind of crime is that?

My rap confessions I’m asking questions to adolescents

They mad obsessive I’m trying to shield them from pressure

Life in these lines I put my passion in every letter

We doing fine but soul intentions to make it better

Clever, I’m so focused on ending goal

Waited around for a while now it’s time to bring it home

And you can quit with the cheer leading and just bring it on

Kicked in the door and now my city want to sing along

Hello I’m from the gutter like I’m Donatelo

And speeding through the greens refusing to catch a yellow hell no

Yeah we got it but I need more can’t stop me with a detour

I got to get my team more