Comin' Home lyrics

Where you going?

Where you going?

You, where you going?

I was put in the mix 'bout '86, and ever since I ran from his plans to further man

Understanding through expansion of mind, heart, body, and soul

Controlled by the deity of three formed as one

The son of prodigy, me

Bonafide, the emcee straight from Tenne... the centre of my location

The operations, formations, completions

Franklin, my Mental Releases dime pieces still

Nashville, Nob Hill where I chill on the real, hitting home

Ponder the thoughts of all the money spent on useless things I bought

Afro wigs and Courtney Cox dolls, framed pictures of Richard Moll (Bull)

Robinson's like Holly, so thick you could drive a trolley through my folly

Part on me, like Dolly, in two halves, same as the Red Sea

I glimpsed the open hands instead of reprimand that fed me

Said, "We can journey to places distant and far off,"

Thinking to myself, "First I need to drop my car off."

I'm coming home, Daddy

Make sure you keep the gate open

I'm loosened from the worldly pleasure, Daddy

I'm coming home, Daddy

Meet me outside

Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy

I'm coming home

I'm coming home, Daddy

Make sure you keep the gate open

I'm loosened from the worldly pleasure, Daddy

I'm coming home, Daddy

Meet me outside

Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy

I'm coming home

Take an EPT so phat, hope I ain't pregnant to this nasty world

It would be more entertaining than Cedric

And I would be dug less, like Frederick, by all my peers

Purchase maternity gear at Sears

Succumb to all their jeers and their taunts,

Shedding tears for all my wants and desires

Pray to God I'm absent when this world erupts with fire

Kevin Costner dances with flames, with a dousing Richard Pryor

Revelation called it: everything gets scalded

Kicking up dust, who can I trust?

Rush like Paula Abdul, cruel

This world served me sadness from acting the fool

My idle mind was a tool used for worldly occupation

Sleepless nights spent with my knees bent

Conversations with the upper case requesting strength when

Opposition moved in with plans of ambush and attack at my weakest moments

Wishing my life could be back under protection of his will, been left for thrills

Searching for the path to the gate of my crib where my daddy live

Coming home, Daddy

Make sure you keep the gate open

I'm loosened from the worldly pleasure, Daddy

I'm coming home, Daddy

Meet me outside

Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy

I'm coming home

I'm coming home, Daddy

Make sure you keep the gate open

I'm loosened from the worldly pleasure, Daddy

I'm coming home, Daddy

Meet me outside

Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy

I'm coming home

The smell of seals, a bird, and a monkey mixed with the stench

Of junkies best describes my kind of funky, spunky, spastic

Your life can't be recycled, why you living plastic?

Your insides are all dirty, why does the outside look fantastic?

Devil couldn't wait to get his hands on you

Conformed you, turned your gold to ormolu

Now shame on you

Made a dame of you

You say, "Whatever," - well, the same to you

Splitting like an atom, I got things to do

Do who? You? Me too?

My desires expired, dismissed

My riches lay in heavenly clenched fists

Swiss account type interests, no man's hands can touch

Uncorrupted, with the pureness of innocence and such

Mindset's not in agreeance with all of my peeps

Absence of scams for yams numbered in heaps, knee deep

The cram to understand the faith of this man

Until then, when comprehension of sin, free lifestyle, loo child

I'm heading home, where I know it's gonna be easier pleasing you, Daddy

I'm coming home

I'm headed home, Daddy

I'm coming home

I'm coming home, Daddy

Meet me outside

Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy

I'm coming home, Daddy

Make sure you keep the gate open

I'm loosened from the worldly pleasure, Daddy

I'm coming home, Daddy

Meet me outside

Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy

I'm coming home

• Artist:GRITS
• Album:Factors of the Seven (1998)