(Verse One - Akil Pratt)
Mama saying don't leave the front yard
Well on this patch of grass I'll teach a masterclass
Expand my mind now we on the asphalt
Forgot to take the trash
In bed hear I them brakes squeaking
In the evening playing tonk tryna break even
Envy the homies with both parents, but they had more to prove they was the most Daring
Old folks staring, stingy with the knowledge
That's when I went off to college
With the west in my rear view
Putting down deposits for that upstairs two bedroom
Across the other side of town
With more headroom but don't know how to fold a towel
Boy you still a child
You just got bills now
I'm thinking bout my old house so I drive around
And what I found was a brother, sister, mother, and a dad playing tag on that same Patch of grass
Wasn't flabbergasted life has a way of recasting
Although I'm grown I guess I'm missing home

(Hook)
I've been around the world seems like a thousand times
Shook many hands, gave lots of hugs, and said goodbyes
But no matter where, know my
Heart always goes back home, home

(Verse Two - K1NG ELJAY)
Two hours in at my job around these White folks
Feeling empty, sort of hollow though
Checked my Samsung, I received a video
Something like a minute and a half ago
From my sister and her fam in Georgia
More specifically, my nephew
Saying that I'm always working
And don't interact with him or his older bro
Same thing the wife say, same thing my parents say
They probably not wrong though
Maybe I just push this content to get the same feeling back then
When we all used to live on Hitching Post
Or even further when
Tuskegee, Shorter and Hardaway, Alabama seemed connected
And we took our bikes through back roads to the candy store
Or the corner store, shooting basketball in rims with no nets
But sipping Peach Faygo
Smooth as Kyrie off the glass with the finger roll
Back when I used to ride to Fort Valley
To watch my cousin put up 24 and 10 with that midrange
Or link with the family and hit McDonald's, then hit the den to play Halo
Fighting on the trampoline on Thanksgiving Day though
Or even playing Tonk with my Dad
That ain't a rhyme, think I miss that the most
Sitting with him Christmas night, Temptations playing on Bose
Who would've thought it take this long to realize that home
Ain't a place you confine under a roof

(Hook)