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Solomon Childs - Home for Good lyrics
[Chorus: Solomon Childs]
 I'm home for good
 'll be a shootout, they try to summon me back
 Take a hint, strive for what you wanna get
 Cuz if it's blood, that they want
 Then it's blood, what they gotta get
 [Solomon Childs]
 The year of '88, Special Ed & Big Daddy Kane
 Momma had two jobs, and got there whether snow, sleet or rain
 Thank you for sending me to church, with my cousins Glendall & Dame
 Who ever thought, I'd give you so much pain
 From on the blocks styling, to in & out of Riker's Island
 Where I stay in the box, it wasn't more than an idea
 I had to cheat my options, at the same time
 The penal changed my life
 Taught me how your wife can turn crooked
 Puerto Ricans taught me how the coke sizzle when you cook it
 First bid, all the way upstate, pressure from the gate
 Inmates, scheaming on my thirty five pounds
 Police looking to put one in your back
 And to catch you out of bounds, man, man, come on
[Chorus 2X]
 [Solomon Childs]
 The year is '96
 Back on the block hood, looking to get rich
 You bitch ass police told all by snitch
 Younger words went to the feds
 This year, we lost alotta track heads
 And as time went onSolomon Childs - Home for Good - http://motolyrics.com/solomon-childs/home-for-good-lyrics.html
 I'm taught to teach when the dark read
 Man, listen, can tell you about some hard times
 I'll tell you about some hard crimes
 My first daughter already three
 And on my second felony, I was being found guilty
 Back up north, stressed out on the yard
 On lowback, cuz I had an asshole foot on the back
 But this time it was a lot different
 No sweatsuits or Reebok classics
 I had to rob and poke these bastards
 Muthafucka...
[Chorus 2X]
 [Solomon Childs]
 The year of 20-04
 And I ain't been back in a minute, hoe
 Bitch ass slow down on crime
 Some say I got a more positive mind
 But that ain't what it is
 Learned how to do the crime the quiet way
 The ski-mask way, this dedicated
 To the memories of Cooper, Damian Faye
 K-Barge, Jamaican Shawn
 Tank, and the god Inf
 And the moral of the story is this
 Though we all gon' plead the fifth
 But you can be whatever you is
 You live it, but nobody take none from you
 If you work so hard to gain it
[Chorus 2X]









