Lyrics Comin Home - Grits

Comin Home

Where you going?
Where you going?
You, where you going?
I was put in the mix 'bout '86, and ever since I ran from his plans to further
man
Understanding through expansion of mind, heart, body, and soul
Controlled by the deity of three formed as one
The son of prodigy, me
Bonafide, the emcee straight from Tenne… the centre of my location
The operations, formations, completions
Franklin, my Mental Releases dime pieces still
Nashville, Nob Hill where I chill on the real, hitting home
Ponder the thoughts of all the money spent on useless things I bought
Afro wigs and Courtney Cox dolls, framed pictures of Richard Moll (Bull)
Robinson’s like Holly, so thick you could drive a trolley through my folly
Part on me, like Dolly, in two halves, same as the Red Sea
I glimpsed the open hands instead of reprimand that fed me
Said, «We can journey to places distant and far off,»
Thinking to myself, «First I need to drop my car off.»
I’m coming home, Daddy
Make sure you keep the gate open
I’m loosened from the worldly pleasure, Daddy
I’m coming home, Daddy
Meet me outside
Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy
I’m coming home
I’m coming home, Daddy
Make sure you keep the gate open
I’m loosened from the worldly pleasure, Daddy
I’m coming home, Daddy
Meet me outside
Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy
I’m coming home
Take an EPT so phat, hope I ain’t pregnant to this nasty world
It would be more entertaining than Cedric
And I would be dug less, like Frederick, 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 this world erupts with fire
Kevin Costner dances with flames, with a dousing Richard Pryor
Revelation called it: everything gets scalded
Kicking up dust, who can I trust?
Rush like Paula Abdul, cruel
This world served me sadness from acting the fool
My idle 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
Wishing my life could be back under protection of his will, been left for
thrills
Searching for the path to the gate of my crib where my daddy live
Coming home, Daddy
Make sure you keep the gate open
I’m loosened from the worldly pleasure, Daddy
I’m coming home, Daddy
Meet me outside
Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy
I’m coming home
I’m coming home, Daddy
Make sure you keep the gate open
I’m loosened from the worldly pleasure, Daddy
I’m coming home, Daddy
Meet me outside
Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy
I’m coming home
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, why you living plastic?
Your insides are all dirty, why does the outside look 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
Splitting like an atom, I got things to do
Do who?
You?
Me too?
My desires expired, dismissed
My riches lay in heavenly clenched fists
Swiss account type interests, no man’s hands can touch
Uncorrupted, with the pureness of innocence and such
Mindset’s not in agreeance with all of my peeps
Absence of scams for yams numbered in heaps, knee deep
The cram to understand the faith of this man
Until then, when comprehension of sin, free lifestyle, loo child
I’m heading home, where I know it’s gonna be easier pleasing you, Daddy
I’m coming home
I’m headed home, Daddy
I’m coming home
I’m coming home, Daddy
Meet me outside
Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy
I’m coming home, Daddy
Make sure you keep the gate open
I’m loosened from the worldly pleasure, Daddy
I’m coming home, Daddy
Meet me outside
Greet me with your arms extended, Daddy
I’m coming home