Home - BJ the Chicago kid
I might not always agree with everything
that I understand but I understand
Somebody the other day asked me about
how I feel about home
The state of home
Well I'll say it like this
Ever been coming home after a long day at work
and you see that gas station or that corner store
And you stop there and get your last few things
before you go in for the night
And you feel safe
before you actually reach your home
So now imagine coming home
and that store is burned down
And that gas station is boarded up
It removes that feeling of safe,
that feeling of comfort
That feeling of home
before you actually reach your home
Me, personally, I would never want to destroy
that feeling before I reach my home
If I destroy that feeling or that feeling
is destroyed by someone else,
I would wanna move
So why would I wanna destroy home
Home is all we got
Home is where the heart is
In my mind, here's home
I wanna go to the places I know (I know)
I'd love to show you the places I go (I go)
Wish you could see where I be
Man I gotta make it back home to Chicago
Back home to Chicago
I know you think it’s crazy there
All back in Chicago
I gotta make it back home to Chicago
Jungle taught me how to rumble round the world
That’s why I’ll always love Chicago
It made me humble taught me
how to pick myself up when I stumble
That’s why I’ll always love Chicago
I gotta make it home make it home
Make it home make it home
Back home to Chicago
Mama I MISS YOU part time miss taik
I gotta make it back home to Chicago
Back here in LA, so many days the same,
so many things to take you away from
what you came here for
You gotta know just who you are and
what you came to do
That’s what’s best for you
So I’m not gonna forfeit
my time away from my family
I gotta make it back home to Chicago
Jungle taught me how to rumble
Love to show you the places I know
Love to show you the places I go
Some call it Chicago
But I call it home
I call it, I call it
Home
I call it, I call it
Home
I gotta make it back
I gotta make it
I gotta make it
I gotta make it back
Imma sing the song like it’s my last
Cuz my ass may not make it home back to Chicago