Yo$hwa - Homeward lyrics

feat. BCray Little black boy won't you walk at the door Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough Mind full of track 'cause she already know No matter how rich he might not come home He might not come home, he might not come home He might not come home, he might not come home Mama I know you keep the lights about yourself Hanging in them house with them draws upon his shelf Lately you been blind and take the time to learn the Braille Nah I don't wanna have to pay the drizzle what I sell But you give me no choice man I'm glad I'm not a doctor Making no money too bad daddy ain't a doctor He did die mad but that man needs a doctor Left us alone damn look where he dropped us Just look when I'm booked in the concert Slang for you how you live with that in your conscience You know what I gotta do when I'm sorry Yeah, you want me do it but we need a roof, mama watch me Little black boy won't you walk at the door Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough Mind full of track 'cause she already know No matter how rich he might not come home He might not come home, he might not come home He might not come home, he might not come home He might not come home, ride of the dough when the light goes on Ride and per song in the microphone Now I rather ride in the zone quick blight that bone How you n***as with no pirate son, Broke n***as are headed in my direction The lights been off in my mama's crib Pajamas and biss since I was a kid I think it's time to put them all Damn I even put my whip on chrome Damn, with these n***as doing with they songs I'm giving medicine, I could do no wrong And pops can't see us and the doctors now It's like it should have been since the lights went out It's like it should have been before the fight broke out One day if he would have been a psycho now I'll never find out Little black boy won't you walk at the door Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough Mind full of track 'cause she already know No matter how rich he might not come home He might not come home, he might not come home He might not come home, he might not come home Damn, I can't just leave my son alone I need my nails, my braces, my show and my patron Sometimes I wonder where things went wrong I remember he just wanna sing a song Ain't tryina have no dirty money, no Out on the streets I know they're gonna go A little n***a ain't running hoes I hope that half black boy run it all, run it all I hope that half black boy when he goes, when he goes I hope he come back with the hundred oh I know I wanna sing with the good for the low When I'm never on the scene as I'm with my folks Work so hard can we please just toast Now we gotta go to work, well then here I go Never had an ounce, either it was in the air Or a literal in my hand, but I didn't really care But I might cope one, put it on the house Maybe buy a new couch, get a whip and an ounce There ain't nothing wrong with just getting it Money don't talk but it really makes sense If you start getting it like I get this Might not come home 'cause I'm tryina get rich See the little black boy running with the dough Try to take a guess what he going through a home Only he know 'cause he stood upon his own But he went into the world will be going through his dome Ain't no thang, got it all here Not 100 o's, but some bars for your ears I ain't spit this cause since '96, I ain't tripping off notes That's a skanky chick I ain't even supposed to go off but so I did I ain't never take a day off this what I live I ain't even think the same thoughts for thinking is I ain't even, couple n***as who gonna set to live (x2) Little black boy won't you walk at the door Bout to sell him a whole pound for the dough Mind full of track 'cause she already know No matter how rich he might not come home He might not come home, he might not come home He might not come home, he might not come home