Always Coming Back Home To You Lyrics - Seven's Travels - Atmosphere

To all my killers and my hundred dollar billers 

To emo kids that got too many feelings 

He held the register open while he counted her change 

I was next in line which meant I was invisible 

From where I stood I could see that the till was full 

He didn't look the type to play superhero 

So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes 

Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath 

Fangles in my head, shake the song off 

Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk 

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A car pulled up, a fixed up Cutlass 

A woman and a child climbed out and left it running 

They went inside of the deli, placed an order 

With the extra dollar fifty bottled water 'cuz the daughter's 

picky 

When they came out mommy gave me a glance 

That said, man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance 

Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walk, 

So they got back in the Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off. 

Thug love on the corner by the Walgreen's 

Looking at me like I'm just another square saltine 

As I get closer I notice that they showing each other sketches 

Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots 

I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce 

Swear to God hip-hop and comic books was my genesis! 

Respect the life and the fashions of the children 

It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been building 

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All of a sudden I'm in front of some man 

No he's a young'in but he's got a gun in his hand 

He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid 

Immediately apprehensive 'til I heard him say 

"Do you want this? It's not mine, I promise! 

I found it on my block in between a couple garages! 

Didn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble over! 

I don't even know how to hold it!" 

It was a thirty-eight, the poor man's machete 

Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier then 

expected, 

wedged it behind my belt buckle 

knowing that it's evil, even thought that I could smell trouble 

the extra strength felt weak, 

but over there on the corner saw what I needed and proceeded to 

cross the 

street 

put the heat in the mail box to loose it 

figured that the post office knows what's best to do with it 

Mosey down the road thinkin' 'bout the old, 

I used to roam this zone with two feet of snow 

Right here, this used to be a record shop 

I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that 

parking lot. 

I've had my Lake Street pride for three decades 

These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days 

Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave, 

All the way to the grave, South Side is my resting place 

Took a right on Lyndale, I'm getting near 

But then the road became empty and the people disappeared. 

The clouds ran away, opened up the sky 

And one by one I watched every constellation die 

And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard 

Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star 

I should've known, walked all the way home 

To find that she wasn't here, I'm still all alone 

No matter where I am, no matter what I do, 

I'm always coming back home to you. 

They can leave me for dead, they can take away my true, 

I'm always coming back home to you. 

Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew, 

I'm always coming back home to you. 

As sure as the life in the garden that you grew, 

I'm always coming back home to you. 

No matter where I am, no matter what I do, 

I'm always coming back home to you. 

If only I had known what you already knew, 

I'm always coming back home to you. 

From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through, 

I'm always coming back home to you 

I wanted to make a song about where I'm from 

You know 

Big ups my hometown 

My territory, 

My state, but, 

I couldn't figure out much to brag about, 

Well, Prince lives here! 

We got ten thousand lakes! 

But wait, 

The women are beautiful! 

To me they are... 

And we're not infested 

With pretentious movie stars... 

And it hit me, man, 

Minnesota is dope 

If only simply for not what we have 

But what we don't 

Its all fair 

It ain't out there! 

It's in there! 

It's in the mirror, 

Behind the breast, 

Under the hair! 

"Follow the dream," 

Doesn't mean leave the love 

Roam if you must, but come home when you've seen enough 

I love New York and "Cali" 

But I ain't movin', 

Too over-populated 

Saturated with humans 

And I'm not big on rappers, actors, or models, 

If I had to dip, 

I'd probably skip to Chicago. 

None of this 

is a diss, 

No one, 

No where, 

Like damn I'm from Minnesota 

Land of the cold air 

Too many mosquitoes and a fair share of egos 

But like my man Sabe says 

"That's where my mommy stays!" 

So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell 'em where you live 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

If you're from the Midwest and it doesn't matter where 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

If you can drink tap water and breathe the air 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

Got trees and vegetation in the City I stay 

The rent's in the mail 

And I can always find a parking space 

The women out number the men two to one 

Got parks and zoos and things to do with my son 

The night life ain't all that, 

But that's okay, 

I don't need to be distracted by the devil everyday! 

And the jobs ain't really hard to find, 

In fact, you could have mine if you knew how to rhyme! 

This is for everyone around the planet 

That wishes they were from somewhere other than where 

They're standing, 

Don't take it for granted. 

Instead, take a look around, 

Quit complaining and build something on that ground! 

Plant something on that ground! 

Dance and sleep on that ground! 

Get on your hands and knees and watch the ants walk 

Around the ground! 

Make a family! 

Make magic! 

Make a mess! 

Take the stress, 

Fill your motivation, 

And build your nest! 

It sucks that you think where I'm from is whack, 

But as long as that's enough to keep your ass from coming back. 

And with a smile and a hint of sarcasm he says 

"I beg your pardon, but this is my secret garden!" 

So if the people laugh and giggle when you tell 'em where you live 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

And if you know this is where you wanna raise your kids 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

If you're from the Midwest and it doesn't matter where 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

If you can drink tap water and breathe the air 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

If the playground is clear of stems and syringes 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

And if there's only one store in your town that sells twelve-inches 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

If no one in your crew walks around with a gun 

Say "shh...", say "shh." 

And if you ain't gonna leave 'cause this is where you're from 

Say "shh...", say "shh."