Come Home (First Verse)
AS my chest gets pumped by the rescue team
I see my soul slowly hover over the scene
my life begins to flash I see me in my youth
stealing candy out the store in my Easter suit
I used to skip Sunday school and the bible lessons
but those vital lesson could have saved my adolescents
my mom stressing I was completely outrageous
my education wasn't between the text pages
was so impatient these streets fed what I was craving
It left mom weeping and waiting praying and pacing
with total dedication she would sacrifice
I'm out the back with hoodlums in the night
involved with all types of things that won't right
and moms used to gripe about what did each night
but Im in my zone
Im grown
as a matter of fact I'm gone
leaving mom up waiting for praying for her son to come home
Copyright © Michael White | Year Posted 2008
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