Mixed Bag - I'm Home lyrics

Ft. Da' T.R.U.T.H., Prayz1, TJ Pompeo, Promise (Verse: T.R.U.T.H.) Uh, this ain't the music you trap to Nah, this ain't the music she clap to Rebels against the status quo Ain't yo typical rap group Nah, this ain't the music you drink to Now this the music you think to Still focused on who I'm made to be Now I am not tryna be you Captain of the team, b**h, ? of the generals PS on the organs, got TJ on the cinder rolls Promised in the mainstream clubs where the sinners go T.R.U.T.H.? Well, me. Man, I'm just in the zone Push it to the limit, feel the pressure from the critics Cuz singin' and be rappin' tryna determine where we fit in tho You are welcomed to sit ?, and get the guns while we try to handle the business (Hook) In my home, in my home in my home This is where I belong In my home, in my home in my home In my home, in my home in my home This is where I belong In my home, in my home in my home (Verse 2: Prayz1) Been through a lot, got my fav talk Crossed ova to the light like I'm jaywalkin' But I do walk with J's, tho Keep it wrapper around my head, halo When I was young, my concern was the numerals Only caught me in church on a funeral But now I'm givin' real hope to the lost Who only see 100, somethin' like the roman numeral Gotta keep it relative, so I'm here speakin' life with my relatives Mixed Bag, we all in it Cookin' up different meals in the same kitchen Fell in line together so we ain't trippin' Different story, different style, same king vision My dark past ain't last, hope they all listen Cuz he can bring yo life like electrician (Hook) In my home, in my home in my home This is where I belong In my home, in my home in my home In my home, in my home in my home This is where I belong In my home, in my home in my home (Verse 3: TJ Pompeo) Yeah, TJ, skinny white boy from the burbs Where your first name never once hit the curve The heat would travel round the world, hittin' every continent Bringin' hope with these words Cuz everybody back home, they used to crack jokes, oh You the rapper and the cracker always hangin' with the black folks Slim Shady wanna-be, got sick of that He started rappin' bout things that he didn't have All the girls and the money, all the d** and the parties The Baccardi, his peers started feelin' that He made a couple grand back when he was 17 Had a few labels tryna sign him like he never seen But he always felt weird about it His songs didn't match his life, that's exactly what was weird about it He always knew that he was meant for something bigger His words, they were born to be life, not a trigger (Hook) In my home, in my home in my home This is where I belong In my home, in my home in my home In my home, in my home in my home This is where I belong In my home, in my home in my home (Verse 4: Promise) They like please, you ain't gon' sell Is you fo' real?! You ain't fo' real You ain't gon' tell me how to live my life Cuz you left yo own ways to give your rights up We were outkasts, aliens, me and you Big boy on campus, I was eatin' food In the caff again, battlin', bein' rude The problem was not bein' hot, it was bein' cool Okey, I'm spittin' my verse nice But I obey like I'm drinkin' my first Sprite Trust, humble, flippin' like a dirt bike Lux, you know I'm gon' give em that word, right? Truth, no-one is perfect when it gets hard But I know I deserve it, check this part I know of the virgin who's soul is his purpose Holy detergent cleanse his heart