Atmosphere - Always Coming Back Home To You Lyrics
To all my killers and my hundred dollar billersTo emo kids that got too many feelingsHe held the register open while he counted her changeI was next in line which meant I was invisibleFrom where I stood I could see that the till was fullHe didn't look the type to play superheroSo I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettesCrept out the stores front door to chase a little breathFangles in my head, shake the song offAnother manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walkA car pulled up, a fixed up cutlassA woman and a child climbed out and left it runningThey went inside of the deli, placed an orderWith the extra dollar fifty bottled water cuz the daughters pickyWhen they came out mommy gave me a glanceThat said man can love an angel but he's got to take the chanceAlready knew the deal, I lit one up and walkedSo they got back in the oldsmobile, belted up, and took offThug love on the corner by the walgreensLookin at me like I'm just another square saltineAs I get closer I notice that they showin each other sketchesOut of they notebooks, reminded me of my old rootsI walk pass with a nod and a reminisceSwear to god hip hop and comic books was my genesisRespect the life and the fashions of the childrenIt's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been buildinAll of a sudden I'm in front of some manNo he's a youngin but he's got a gun in his handHe looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraidImmediately apprehensive til I heard him say"Do you want this It's not mine I promiseI found it on my block in between a couple garagesDidn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble overI don't even know how to hold it."It was a thirty eight, the poor mans macheteHeld it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then expected,Wedged it behind my belt buckleKnowin that its evil, even thought that I could smell troubleThe extra strength felt weak,But over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to cross theStreetPut the heat in the mail box to loose itFigured that the post office knows whats best to do with itMosey down the road thinkin' bout the oldI use to roam this zone through two feet of snowRight here, this use to be a record shopI've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that parking lotI've had my lake street pride for three decadesThese alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best daysBefore I was a germ learnin how to misbehave,All the way to the grave, south side is my resting placeTook a right on Lyndale I'm getting nearBut then the road became empty and the people disappear'dThe clowds ran away, opened up the skyAnd one by one I watched every constellation dieAnd there I was frozen, standin in my backyardFace to face, eye to eye, starin at the last starI should've known, walked all the way homeTo find that she wasn't here, I was still all aloneNo matter where I am, no matter what I doI'm always coming back home to youThey can leave me for dead they can take away my trueI'm always coming back home to youThrough the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blewI'm always coming back home to youAs sure as the life in the garden that you grewI'm always coming back home to youNo matter where I am, no matter what I doI'm always coming back home to youIf only I had known what you already knewI'm always coming back home to youFrom the heaven I've had to the hell I been throughI'm always coming back home to youI'm always coming back home to you
