Was put in the mix 'bout '86 and ever since I ran from His plan to further mans understanding through Expansion of minds, heart, body, and soul controlled By the deity of three formed as one The son of prodigy me Bonafied the MC straight from The Tenna the center fo my location of operations for Missions completions Franklin my mental releases dime piece still Nashville, Knob Hill, where I chill on the real hittin' home... Ponder the thoughts all the money spent on useless things I bought Afro wigs and Courtney Cox dolls Framed pictures of Richard Moll Robbins sons Like Holly, so thick you could drive a trolley through my folly Pardon me like Dolly in two halves same as the Red Sea I glimpse the open hands instead of reprimand that fed me Said we can journey to places far off, thinkin' to Myself, " first I need to drop my car off." I'm comin' home Daddy Make sure you keep the gate open I'm loosened from all the worldly pleasure Daddy I'm comin home Daddy Meet me outside greet me with your Arms extended Daddy I'm comin home. Take and EPT so phat hope I ain't pregnant To this nasty world that would be more entertaining than Cedric And I would be Dug-less like Fredric 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 the world erupts with fire Kevin Costner dances with flames with a dousing Richard Pryor Revelation called it everything is scalded... Kickin' up dust who could I trust Rush like Paula Abdul cruel This world served me sadness for acting the fool My 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 wishin' my life could be back Under His will been left the thrill searchin' for the Path to the gate of my crib where my Daddy live... 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 so why you livin' plastic Your insides are all dirty, why does your outside looks 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 Splittin' like an atom, I got things to do. Do who, you me too? My desires expired Dismiss my riches stay in Heavenly clenched fists Swiss account-type interest No man's hands can touch Uncorrupted with the pureness of innocence and such Mind sets not in agreance with all of my peeps Absence of scams for yams numbered in heaps knee deep They cram to understand the faith of this man Until then when comprehension of sin-free lifestyle lu child I'm headed home where I know it's gonna' be easier pleasin' ya' Daddy I'm headed home...
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