Artist: DJ DMD and the Inner Soul Clique Album: Twenty-Two: P.A. World Wide Song: When You Come Home Typed by: jostmatt at bluewin dot ch Check it out This one here goin to all the homies and homegirls on lock Keep your head up [ VERSE 1: Laboo ] I'm gettin perved, just got word that you're doin time Called up mom and she was cryin, said you're doin fine Just a sign to help remind that we're livin in times When justice is blind, lock a brother up when he shine I'm searchin to find, peace cause ain't no peace in my mind Put a man out on the streets and he's gon' hustle and grind They screamin 'Crime!' while we thinkin meals And talkin 'Church' - but the preacher ain't gon' pay the bills We kept it real ever since we was knee-high wearin each other Levi's Momma bought me the Chucks, daddy bought you the Filas We high, tryina make it through years of troubled weather Know you down for whatever, we got together, made the cheddar Never figured that our dreams'd be severed Now I'm waitin hopin things'll be better, communicatin through letters Pray to God when you losin hope I'll come to see you, find a way to sneak you in some smoke Until they free you send you cash, so you never broke Put away yo jewelry, save yo money and yo leather coat Take care of the folks and on the block I keep it hot for ya Just come back home and see what baby brother got for ya You know it's on [ CHORUS ] (When you come home) We gon' kick it like the player you are Sip barre like a star in a foreign car (When you come home) We gon' do it like some real O.G.'s Blow trees in the breeze with some Hennessy (When you come home) We gon' figure what to do with the money That I'm savin, know you're cravin for some honeys (When you come home) We gon' sit and watch the paper just stack And let the whole world know you ain't go ever go back [ VERSE 2: DJ DMD ] I got the news that you just received 36 months But when you go out we gon' need 36 blunts Pull 36 stunts, doin it like G's Reminisce 'bout the shows and the hoes on they knees Please Lord, look out for my homie on lock Keep it up in your mind he was only on the block For us, he got my back, so you know I'm right behind him When he get out I'm gon' remind him Finally made it sellin CD's, illegal life gone No more hustlin, you can leave that shit alone Can't wait till you get home, from dusk to dawn it's on Sportin a mobile phone, sportin your own zones Hillfiger gear with new Jays on your feet Celebratin like kings when you back up on the streets Countin the weeks, still we gon' be countin the stacks You got love where you from, fuck where you at [ CHORUS ] ( *phone conversation* ) [ VERSE 3: DJ DMD ] Dedicated to those in the pen, some of my closest friends And I'm hopin that my kite don't get blown in the wind 10 days or 10 whole years, it don't matter Cause when you get out you got the world on a platter Never mind the BS, forget the PO's Don't you worry 'bout them hoes, just tapes and shows CD's and limos, drinkin a gallon of Hen Can't wait to see my dogs again Cause when you come home [ CHORUS ]