Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On My Way to Inglewood , by - DamaniRelease date: 02.06.2014
Song language: English
On My Way to Inglewood |
| The aurora of a black woman’s meal as I entered |
| Domino table dead smack in the center |
| Menthol clouds as I wave my hands through |
| The gumbo pot is big like a 70s hairdo |
| Hugs from the women |
| Love from my relly’s |
| Two-Hour mix, all R Kelly |
| Ah bootleg of belly on the table as a coaster |
| Stash spot of the ooh wee by the toaster |
| Off the gin tryna play Jim Rummy |
| Kids in in the other room thinkin' everything funny |
| And it is cause it’s love, it is cause it’s us |
| It’s always one person every word is a cuss |
| And I swear that’s the balance that I need in my life |
| Relief of the stress cause the world ain’t right |
| And they always tryna tell us that we up to no good |
| But I’m On My Way To Inglewood |
| I only been here for a short time |
| And I done seen the world |
| Couple continents under my belt the world twirls on it’s axis |
| The good the tragic |
| I’ve watched as it happens |
| Some nights I cried others laughin' |
| Fresh to def in a 3rd world country |
| Thinkin' I bought the J’s when I should of fed the hungry |
| The lessons the essence of a boy to a man |
| Can change a I won’t to a simple I can |
| Women of all races traces of my ancestors found in odd places written on walls |
| for the ages |
| The ancient wisdom is the knowledge of the now |
| As I weave my way through the foul |
| Plane hoppin' and artifact coppin' |
| You gotta blend in man it ain’t no options |
| In foreign lands trynna expand |
| Hope my trips provoke some plans |
| On My Way Back To Inglewood |
| I don’t see how you could of missed me |
| 104th and 10th avenue, right off crenshaw |
| I went from there, I think i was Inglewood ave and Plymouth |
| You know, right by Rogers Park, Highland and all that |
| Manchester Tamarack |
| I was right there I use to walk all the way to Inglewood High |
| From there, that’s on everything I love |
| Feel like I’m in a movie |
| The winds cuttin' through the buildings trynna' move me |
| Beanie over fro it’s the Louis |
| Scarf round my neck trynna soothe me |
| In search of the right verse, as I rudely |
| Scamper through the blocks right in front of the cab |
| Tryna find the lab |
| It’s the bridge in the background that acts as a compass |
| As I laugh |
| At myself bout my journey, through the struggle |
| Through the game that don’t love me |
| Smoke through the cement like a backstage prop |
| Hater’s in the crowd remind me of a cop |
| The co-op the projects the object of this life |
| To live right and I won’t stop til i get it right |
| I hear the beat and I feel somethin' on site |
| I see the streets and automatic think fight |
| I know i won’t even though i could |
| Life’s just to good |
| Still I’m On My Way To Inglewood |