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See Myself Back Home
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A Soldier's Lullaby
Friday Evening I'd just got paid,
Off from work with my son and plans made
To head the Carolmart and Flea Market U.S.A
To get me a low haircut and a tape for L.J.
Man, the lines are long as what have you,
And the ladies walking around with attitudes,
But nothing could hinder my good mood,
When I am with my child who stay gutter cute.
We both got cuts when the lines moved up,
Many heads left after waiting up for a cut;
Now, time has past to catch up on some grub,
Ester's is on my mind, feenin' for soul food love.
Man, I could see myself back home,
Back home in Liberty City in Miami,
Where Lamar always stay gone,
In the streets or at home with my family;
Man, I could see myself…
Myself back home.
Saturday Afternoon at a barbecue pit blows
Aromas of grilled chicken to grace my nose;
As sitting on a folding chair as my Black goes,
While listening to Otis sweep you off your toes.
Man, it feels good to be on down here again,
On the corner with the O.G., my longtime friend,
As we reminisce of our past moments so akin,
Never that I thought see my buddy once again.
What a coincidence! Got a call by my ex-wife,
She must sense when I am back home, right?
I thought she truly wanted me out of her life
After we got married, stabbed me in the back by knife.
Man, I could see myself back home,
Back home in Liberty City in Miami,
Where Lamar always stay gone,
In the streets or at home with my family;
Man, I could see myself…
Myself back home.
