[Hook]
Two hundred miles to Philadelphia
I've been gone so long
Hey man, I'm getting off at Philadelphia
I'm going to find my way home
[Verse 1]
80's baby, yeah that cement had my baby feet
At my old house, back on Lombard and Taney Street
Bun from the bakery, nothing been made for me
No road paved for me, talk about bravery
[As ...?] I used to wanna go west
I'd carry the family crest, but build my own nest
Where homes' best, I'm learning that nothing is perfect
So instead of searching, I'm just turning back and returning
My heart is where the home is, so even when I'm roaming
I can always find a silence, if it's only for a moment
In the fields, screaming to the cold (I feel home)
When I'm drinking outside with the people I know
Yeah, my dad is from the Apple
My mom is from Chicago
They came to form a family without a model to follow
And now my dreams to sew my seed
Where I cut my teeth, and I scraped my knees
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
It goes four seventy-six, seventy-six six, seventy-six
I hit the back streets, get my medicine fix
That heavenly mix, I shift from the heaviest sh**
I'm not the one to be betting again
Yeah, the city loves a castoff
That's the mascot
But I'm good where I go
I don't need a shamrock
I play my cards right, from the ascots to blacktop
Every line 'till the last stops under pad lock
From the nosebleeds to the court-side
I'm fresher than fluoride, they still on the short side
We living that raw life, we still want it all night
We struggle, let a gla** rise to the hard times
American bald eagle, Billy Penn's the steeple
I done a lot here, about half has been legal
But I see no evil, so I speak no evil
Cause I know no equal and these are my people
[Hook]