Jewell - I'm Comin' Home lyrics

Intro: Tha Realest, (Jewell) (Hohoooow) Comin home y'all, look out for me (When I'm comin) Y'all don't have to send no more mail (Owowoohh) (I am comin) Appreciate all the support and e'rything y'knowImean? (Ooohoooh) Good lookin out (And I'm comin) From your big homey, y'nahmean? (Comin home) Here we come, here we come [Tha Realest] Who'd ever figure that they'd finally get me? It's a cold a** world they way them ba*tards hit me Well I will trip and did my time like a real soldier Didn't get to spend time with my kids as they grew older Them jealous judges had me waitin to appeal my case Knowin no way in hell that they'll appeal my case I left, bowed my head when I walked the yard And put my mean mug on at them prison guards They hate to see me cos I had so much authority And anybody with power had to acknowledge me, and that's no lie Throwin spreads wit my little homies I tried to help him with his life because my past haunts me Inside this world we have so many rules we have to follow I try my best in this world but all I got was sorrow Baby I'm comin home Chorus: Jewell People get ready I am comin home I've been down you know When I'm comin home *repeat* [Tha Realest] Look at me dressed in my prison blues Gettin visits from all the ones who kept it true Understand that behind the walls potna it's a cold a** place Seein my adversaries take, two shakes to the face I can't believe the way society turned their back on me When I was doin so much throughout communities Come on God, am I that bad? Do I have to get hara**ed by coppers and a badge? Look at em macin me down, I got too much pride to fall to the ground I made it, Jewell and d**h Row is where we're now It's amazin the way that I've been blessed, I guess My time in prison was just part of the test I wonder will it be peace when I'm released to the streets But for now I'm all alone baby, so I'm comin home Chorus [Tha Realest] Guess what? I made parole today I had to sift for my homies from the other way, believe me y'all I had to keep it real y'all Ain't no holdin me back, homey it's time to go I'm on the freeway, mashin in my drop-top red Double-R Everyone's amazed to see this ghetto superstar Dreams do come true I make the effort, everyone around me can do what I can do And that's on P-Funk, tell moms to get a meal ready Her baby boy's comin home and believe I'm ready You know what? I realised that I made a mistake I lost my number one homey, it was a give and a take I can't wait until my penetentiary dreams are gone But until then, I'm comin home Chorus to fade