(Ooooohhh)
Soon I
(Sing it)
Will be done
With
The troubles
(I'm going home)
Of this world
(I'm going home)
I'm going home
(Soon I)
To live
(I'm going home)
Yeah
Talk to 'em
From the jungle with hyena's
And loyalties hard to spare
To the swamps where the Gators snakes swim with the trill
Being humble is a gift
And I promise I been content
20 years on this grind
Still refuse to take a chair
They say home is where the heart is
BR. Hammond. New Orleans
Some hustling for a way out
And some came to get it started
Black Sprained his wrist clutching that 100 round semi auto
But my mind on something better
See these things are more important
Get a trade
Relocate
Launch a business
Work for it
Train our kids outside of the debt & these jail bars
Get some real estate
Educate & set a path for'em
Yahweh
Now make a straight line
And pay the way for'em
Sing
The troubles
Of this world
I'm going home
To live
With God
I do this for my youngens thats thugin' and coming under me
Going home its love & hate its bitter & its sweet
But it taught me keep ya head up friendly bobbin for the weak
And if you out here riding dirty
Don't you let the cops see
Home home sweet home
But aint a thing out here a peach
Trouble in the air bodies dropping every other week
This the gutta food stamps
Welfare we barely eat
And After school programs gone
Don't nobody teach
Showem how to flip that bag that's what the trappers sing
Told me that she got me I'm set
But she just sellin dreams
Fed me just enough to make me want it
How to make a fiend
Taught me how to fly than she turn around and she cut the wings
Home
The troubles
Of this world
I'm going home
To live
With God
They hit my brother with a hunned shots
Lot of my homies dead
Many in the feds will it ever stop
When Jarvis come home we gone bend the block
Hand him that yah bag man its in his plan
Im just on the clock
They hit my brother with a hunned shots
Lot of my homies dead
Many in the feds will it ever stop
When Jarvis come home we gone bend the block
Hand him that yah bag man its in his plan
Im just on the clock
The troubles
Of this world
I'm going home
To live
With God
Surve - Going Home Lyrics
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(Ooooohhh)
Soon I
(Sing it)
Will be done
With
The troubles
(I'm going home)
Of this world
(I'm going home)
I'm going home
(Soon I)
To live
(I'm going home)
Yeah
Talk to 'em
From the jungle with hyena's
And loyalties hard to spare
To the swamps where the Gators snakes swim with the trill
Being humble is a gift
And I promise I been content
20 years on this grind
Still refuse to take a chair
They say home is where the heart is
BR. Hammond. New Orleans
Some hustling for a way out
And some came to get it started
Black Sprained his wrist clutching that 100 round semi auto
But my mind on something better
See these things are more important
Get a trade
Relocate
Launch a business
Work for it
Train our kids outside of the debt & these jail bars
Get some real estate
Educate & set a path for'em
Yahweh
Now make a straight line
And pay the way for'em
Sing
The troubles
Of this world
I'm going home
To live
With God
I do this for my youngens thats thugin' and coming under me
Going home its love & hate its bitter & its sweet
But it taught me keep ya head up friendly bobbin for the weak
And if you out here riding dirty
Don't you let the cops see
Home home sweet home
But aint a thing out here a peach
Trouble in the air bodies dropping every other week
This the gutta food stamps
Welfare we barely eat
And After school programs gone
Don't nobody teach
Showem how to flip that bag that's what the trappers sing
Told me that she got me I'm set
But she just sellin dreams
Fed me just enough to make me want it
How to make a fiend
Taught me how to fly than she turn around and she cut the wings
Home
The troubles
Of this world
I'm going home
To live
With God
They hit my brother with a hunned shots
Lot of my homies dead
Many in the feds will it ever stop
When Jarvis come home we gone bend the block
Hand him that yah bag man its in his plan
Im just on the clock
They hit my brother with a hunned shots
Lot of my homies dead
Many in the feds will it ever stop
When Jarvis come home we gone bend the block
Hand him that yah bag man its in his plan
Im just on the clock
The troubles
Of this world
I'm going home
To live
With God
Soon I
(Sing it)
Will be done
With
The troubles
(I'm going home)
Of this world
(I'm going home)
I'm going home
(Soon I)
To live
(I'm going home)
Yeah
Talk to 'em
From the jungle with hyena's
And loyalties hard to spare
To the swamps where the Gators snakes swim with the trill
Being humble is a gift
And I promise I been content
20 years on this grind
Still refuse to take a chair
They say home is where the heart is
BR. Hammond. New Orleans
Some hustling for a way out
And some came to get it started
Black Sprained his wrist clutching that 100 round semi auto
But my mind on something better
See these things are more important
Get a trade
Relocate
Launch a business
Work for it
Train our kids outside of the debt & these jail bars
Get some real estate
Educate & set a path for'em
Yahweh
Now make a straight line
And pay the way for'em
Sing
The troubles
Of this world
I'm going home
To live
With God
I do this for my youngens thats thugin' and coming under me
Going home its love & hate its bitter & its sweet
But it taught me keep ya head up friendly bobbin for the weak
And if you out here riding dirty
Don't you let the cops see
Home home sweet home
But aint a thing out here a peach
Trouble in the air bodies dropping every other week
This the gutta food stamps
Welfare we barely eat
And After school programs gone
Don't nobody teach
Showem how to flip that bag that's what the trappers sing
Told me that she got me I'm set
But she just sellin dreams
Fed me just enough to make me want it
How to make a fiend
Taught me how to fly than she turn around and she cut the wings
Home
The troubles
Of this world
I'm going home
To live
With God
They hit my brother with a hunned shots
Lot of my homies dead
Many in the feds will it ever stop
When Jarvis come home we gone bend the block
Hand him that yah bag man its in his plan
Im just on the clock
They hit my brother with a hunned shots
Lot of my homies dead
Many in the feds will it ever stop
When Jarvis come home we gone bend the block
Hand him that yah bag man its in his plan
Im just on the clock
The troubles
Of this world
I'm going home
To live
With God
Writer: Spencer Foster
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