The city’s been good to me
But I need to roll through my old hood to see
All the people back home that mean something to me
Like my friends and my family
One thing’s for sho, when I go
I’ma reconnect with everyone I know
And it’ll be just like it used to be

Yeah, life in the city is great
But every once in a while, I need a bit of a break
Need to escape, and return to my place of origin
I come from PA, my homie cape’s from Oregon
But no matter where you from, we all get homesick
We all feel alone at times, lost in our own shit
We all have had the need to see familiar faces
Get pissed, and reminisce in those familiar places
Where we kicked it as kids, sitting back
Thinking about the “good old days” and how different it is
Now that we’re full grown, yeah, full blown adults
Thinking about old friends, like my homie Brad Shultz
I miss the old crew, man we used to kick it old school
40’s and blunts, and if you talked shit we’d roll you
I really wish I had a list to scroll through
Of all the phone numbers of the kids that I was close to
Cause, I often wonder if they’re doing ok
And how it’s been back home since me moving away
I heard a few peeps had left town, a few of them stayed
I know Dallas Ward is doing just great
My homie Ben, shit, he’s about to be a father again
I can’t believe it, it’s crazy, not one, but two babies
Yeah, lil’ p about to be an older brother
And I got mad love for his mother, I’m coming home….

I got the week off work, yeah, I’m headed back home
Got fresh west in the deck, I’m like, “let your back bone”
“Slide, slide slippity slide”
nothing like Coolio to bring back that old school vibe
I’m trying to get myself in the right mind state
It’s been so long since I’ve seen them all, it’s like a blind date
Back in 1 - 9, 9 - 8, I was one fine primate
A ladies man, just like my pops in the eighties man
So, I’m guaranteed to see an ex or two
My first love pierced my heart and left an exit wound
But it’s all good, the scar don’t affect me too much
Plus, out of respect, we’ve always kept in touch
I do my best to keep memories from collecting dust
And when I gotta call collect they accept because
They understand how hard it can be to make ends meet
Making a name for myself as a great MC
I’m bringing back some rough takes, just so they can see
How hard I’m trying to get my tape up in HMV
And when I get back home, my blatant vagrancy
Is always welcomed with a smile and safe place to sleep
Waking up to the smell of chris blazing weed
Man, I love it out here, this place amazes me
This is where I’d like to build my home and raise my seed
Big house, with the studio in the basement suite