Dedrick Little - Home Coming

Look, Never been, in this spot before.
3 in the morning, laws at my door.
Guns up in my face, they told me, hit the floor.
My day 1, started snitching, now they, looking for blow.
Pressing, for information, like my heart, pump fear.
I was like, nah, we don’t do that hear.
Sitting back thinking, it’s been a fucked up year.
Real niggas, talk to fedz, how they, do that there.
Got me, sitting in a cell, this game, want play far.
Drug, dealing wit a, lame nigga, don’t play far.
Now, D boy needing bail, & my crew right there.
See me, walking out of jail, L.O.R. Crew right there.
That’s true right there, T.R.U. Right there.
Nigga, talking football numbers, that a cruel nightmare.
Said, a nigga facing 20, see the pressure, I’m under.
Or, I can cop to 10, & miss, a whole lot of summers.
Or, I can cut this rock, hit the block, get it pumping.
Nigga, 18, I was always, into something.
Thinking about the re-up, always had to re-up.
Nigga, turn them keys, into geez, & got them geez up.
Nigga, kicked the door, aimed thangs, & made them freeze up.
Nigga, came thru, like rain, & wet they T’s up.
Nigga, came back, the next day, he wouldn’t E’z up.
Nigga, came shooting some shit, that knocked, them trees up.
God dam it, D boys a fool.
Loose his cool, grab that tool.
Outlaw rules, intentions, cruel.
That’s that dude, act bad, be rude.
Snap back, clap you, that bitch, clap you to.
Just for, acting cute, she can, catch it too.
So, while she’s texting you, hope she, protecting you.
I’ll take your necklace fool, & that Rolex off you.
That, gor-Tex off you, keys to the vette, come too.
I will upset your crew, disrespect your crew.
Nigga, catch your crew, bang, test your crew.
Show them, the best I do, burn shit, like, left eye do.
Nigga, come test my crew, this where the best die dude.
I’m home

Written by:
DEDRICK L LITTLE

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