Mowgli - Where I'm From

I rep Dub City, I rep High Street
Kildares, move down the street to Barnaby's
Constantly partying on Walnut Street
In my mind I got the summer of '09 on repeat
Nights we had to dig down
Having a heart to heart with Sam in front of Riggtown
Damn I miss that girl
Squad D, four-two-five, I miss that world
I'm from a one stoplight kind of town
Not the urban metropolis of center cities and chinatowns
We had to drive a half hour just to catch a flick
It was always a debate, who's buying gas for the trip
Low crime rates, taking girls on prom dates
The day I got caught smoking pot at my pop's place
You should've seen the look on my mom's face
I know I put you through the ringer momma
Remember when I told I wanted to be a singer mama
You told me not to rush throwing a ring on her finger mama
Don't let the sting of the time I spent at Methodist sting ya mama
Don't let it linger mom
I see you Stack, I see you Phil, I see you Benny, see you Banks
Think about all the miles that we burned on my tank
Bombing around 'Nam like it was sixty-six
Ramsey Street, Fort Bragg, all the way to the sticks
It got me dizzy y'all, picture me at twenty-three
Spitting on broad street right in front of city hall
I won't stop til we say that we did it y'all
I'm out in L.A. with Wais, shout outs to Siggy dawg
I'm from the place to be
So many different faces to meet, different ladies to greet
I'm from a place where the kids felt safe in the street
On the other hand, I know some heads who ain't from the safest streets
A place where it's routine to see addicts shooting base in the streets
Face it, it's plain to see basically
Me and Sy Guy come from two different walks of life
Still we keep it one, we ain't ashamed to agree
I got love for the strawberry mansion section
Upstate PA, coal mining was the profession
Hometown, Nesqhuehoning and Jim Thorpe
My fam got some Czech in 'em, not sure whether from the south or the north
I'm my aunt's nephew
My parents snatched me with that brown paper bag money as a bargaining gesture
Coming live from the six-one-izzo
Sneaking out my house in the West, West, Grizzove
Now I'm coming to you live from the west cizzoast
Also known as the left, left, left cizzoast
Used to take the Ben Frank to seventy-six
Rooted for the Sixers, Phillies, Eagles, Flyers as a kid
Still do, still will til the death of me
Harry Kalas you the man, forever rest in peace
Got to tip my hat to Donavan and Andy Reid
Bubba Chuck was my idol even after he left the league
Now I take the one thirty-four to the five
Just to see my girl, tell her hop in my ride
Shout outs to Philly Blunt up in Boston
I rep the lone star state like Isaiah, shout outs to Austin
That's where I spent the minority of my childhood
Before we moved back north towards Wildwood
I rep Lakeway, Lake Travis, I called them my homes
Youpon, Bee Cave, The Field of Dreams and Live Oak
Every day is just another blessing
Shout outs to where I'm heading, west of Reading
Wyomissing, switch it up for a minute, you could listen
I could take you to the Coke machine that made an appearance in Witness
My cities have produced scholars and fiends
Some ran with it, others squandered they dreams
My cities' produced scholars and fiends
Some ran with it and others squandered they dreams
But not me, see where I'm from we ain't ever got shown no love
We don't expect shit, so no, you don't owe us none
Nada, zip, zilch

Written by:
Kyle Palaskey

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