Intro: Tha Realest, (Jewell)
(Hohoooow) Comin home y`all, look out for me
(When I`m comin) Y`all don`t have to send no more mail
(Owowoohh)
(I am comin) Appreciate all the support and e`rything y`knowImean?
(Ooohoooh) Good lookin out
(And I`m comin) From your big homey, y`nahmean?
(Comin home) Here we come, here we come
[Tha Realest]
Who`d ever figure that they`d finally get me?
It`s a cold ass world they way them bastards hit me
Well I will trip and did my time like a real soldier
Didn`t get to spend time with my kids as they grew older
Them jealous judges had me waitin to appeal my case
Knowin no way in hell that they`ll appeal my case
I left, bowed my head when I walked the yard
And put my mean mug on at them prison guards
They hate to see me cos I had so much authority
And anybody with power had to acknowledge me, and that`s no lie
Throwin spreads wit my little homies
I tried to help him with his life because my past haunts me
Inside this world we have so many rules we have to follow
I try my best in this world but all I got was sorrow
Baby I`m comin home
Chorus: Jewell
People get ready
I am comin home
I`ve been down you know
when I`m comin home
*repeat*
[Tha Realest]
Look at me dressed in my prison blues
Gettin visits from all the ones who kept it true
Understand that behind the walls potna it`s a cold ass place
Seein my adversaries take, two shakes to the face
I can`t believe the way society turned their back on me
When I was doin so much throughout communities
Come on God, am I that bad?
Do I have to get harassed by coppers and a badge?
Look at em macin me down, I got too much pride to fall to the ground
I made it, Jewell and Death Row is where we`re now
It`s amazin the way that I`ve been blessed, I guess
my time in prison was just part of the test
I wonder will it be peace when I`m released to the streets
But for now I`m all alone baby, so I`m comin home
Chorus
[Tha Realest]
Guess what? I made parole today
I had to sift for my homies from the other way, believe me y`all
I had to keep it real y`all
Ain`t no holdin me back, homey it`s time to go
I`m on the freeway, mashin in my drop-top red Double-R
Everyone`s amazed to see this ghetto superstar
Dreams do come true
I make the effort, everyone around me can do what I can do
And that`s on P-Funk, tell moms to get a meal ready
Her baby boy`s comin home and believe I`m ready
You know what? I realised that I made a mistake
I lost my number one homey, it was a give and a take
I can`t wait until my penetentiary dreams are gone
but until then, I`m comin home
Chorus to fade
