Back Home (The Return) - Common Market

I’m hollering at your feminine side

Is it or isn’t it genuine?

Let women decide

For men will ever judge from within this

Minute in time, and the standard I’m held to is

From another planet, I landed here when mine fell through

Alienated by no paleontological ties

But never is this kid discredited by the honorable

All rise, son — the sun presides, the abominable

Find it comical I call my shine beyond nominal, uh

My handle fine-tuned to channel 19

Address my living letters, better left unsigned

Though punctual, no wonder you’re some kind of comfortable

Stomach full of lunch-line chuck and junk food

Empty calories will soon catch up, comments are

Covered in condiments, son it must have been my fat gene’s dominant

Common represents the conjugate that heaven sent to compliment

The veteran’s accomplishment, the conscious honor it, but

Whispers of them do us like we’re disingenuous, like

You only rock it for the paper that’s thrown

As if this is an end to my condition of indigence

Nah, we holding stock in something sacred as stone

So when victims of insolence rise above the influence

I open the flock to those who made it alone

It’s the mission of men who just write despite ignorance

Yo, with swollen pockets we gon' take it back home

This goes out to all my people in the city (repeated)

Where we don’t get caught up in between with the nonsense

This goes out to all my people in the city (repeated)

Never worrying about grief

Define your residence, if these 4 walls simply shelter you from elements

I recommend you get out more

Off base you face a down pour, catch a taste of what the

Town’s renowned for, these spates will drown y’all

Slick and precipitous, I’m bloodied up, to the

City of Brotherly Love, 206 is the antithesis

My tolerance is type ridiculous, though I

Continuously seek forgiveness for the shit I wished upon you

A disservice to mom dukes — she raised me better

For her baby, set a greater precedent to gauge and measure success

And I know she will never love me no less

But you sycophants are sick, ugly and grotesque

I’m amongst the monstrous who breathe fire out the nostrils

Akin to conquerors you read about in the gospels

Inhospitable are the Pontius, Pilate the prefect

These Sea-dwelling fellas ain’t accepted me yet

So I stay on my biz and if he play the periphery he

Control the block around the space them cats own

I see this state of misery as the greatest gift to me, yo

My golden op will be escaping that drone

See I’m a late epiphany, uh, away from mendicancy

I told ‘em stop it, son — don’t wait for that loan

I heard they say it’s trickery, but we’re making history

Yo, with swollen pockets we gon' take it back home