[Hook]
Welcome to where I'm from
Where the sun shines further
The capital of capital and murder
Welcome to where I'm from
To the silver and blue
214,469,972
Welcome to where I'm from
Where the laws ride stallions
Bodies get bagged by the thousands
Black and milds are the only clouds out
The concrete heart of the south, no doubt
I'm from the D, D, D
It's cuz we from the D, D, D (or, back with my brother D, D, D)
No doubt I'm from the D, D, D (or, she said her name was D, D, D)
It's cuz we from the D, D, D (or, back with my brother D, D, D)
[Verse 1]
Something about her, from the moment I laid eyes on her
Made me want to write a song to dedicate my love to her -
Run up on her right in front of Dealy Plaza where I often spot her taking shots for the Bishop Arts market
And kick it like, "Excuse me but I'm Bornfree and I've been waiting for a chance to really meet you -
I've seen you for some years, right here and I feel like now is finally my opportunity to speak so,"
Real smooth, I'd take her by the hand
Hoping that she understands that even though I'm not her man
I admire not only what she tangibly possesses
But the honor and respect that's demanded with her presence
She was raised in the south and went to school at Booker T
She loved the Arboretum and her favorite place to eat was Two Podners
And though modest
Everybody from McKinney to Duncanville could agree that she's the hottest
I told her, "I promise, I'm not the type of dude just trying to get in and stab out
I want to explore you, really get to know you, adorn you with everything you've ever dreamed about."
She smiled and said, "You Pleasant Grove boys sure talk real sweet
And it'll please me to get to know you Bornfree
People say my name is different and I think it's unique but, for now, babyboy
You can call me D."
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I was never heavy in the streets but I wasn't stranger to them
I knew who was the truest from riders to the shooters
And although I don't approve, I have no room to cast stones
Because those very same rocks were once products to be sold to keep our home in the Grove
When I was growing up, my father introduced me to a brother he came up with
I don't recall his name
But his face has been the same since my father had me use the white pages to look him up
I remember I was young and he was always in the picture
Saying, "tell them I'm your brother if anyone messes wit'cha"
I shoot him the peace whenever I see him in the distance
Nine times out of ten he was handling some business
Skyline graduate doing dirt for the people
He was heavy in the system but he always kept it real
He had every chicken jocking him as soon as they would meet him
From them round the way girls to singers and cheerleaders
I went away for college, you think I woulda forgot him
But I always had the thought of his visage inside my mind -
An image of the years we spent growing up together
Watching each other's grind become each others shine
So I decided to return and he was first one to notice
A year and a half later, he was still doing the most
I shoot him the salute, saying "this said this time I won't leave
I'm back to hold it down for my big brother D."
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