Get Back Home - Conejo

Just wanna go home

But you don’t know much

It’s like my life’s on a screen

That I can’t touch

I’m on a rush

For every release

Cause my pen game sick

But can’t find no peace

It’s for the streets

Homie they in it connected

They got plugged in

The C-Rock method

I am a weapon

Cause My words are ammo

It’s cold tonight

Throw on a Pendleton flannel

Go through channels

Of news of the world

Uprise every city

Cause they taking yours

So would there be a place tomorrow

To be high in the sky no one bothered

I don’t know

And I really can’t tell

Cause for some it be heaven

For others it’s hell

They wanna sell

There soul’s like me

But I was trying to get there

Where them angel’s be

Just trying to get back to the source

Back to the origin

You feel me?

Some of you were there

But just take it for granted

Understand what’s it like

Cause I lived it and ran it

Never plan this

With a Conscience mind

Was it the Drugs in my system

That had me blind

It must’ve been

Cause what else could it be?

There out to the perception

Of your sanity

You wanna stand by me?

You better put on a vest

No matter where I be

I still carry the west

I invested time and space

So you can have something

When you in that place

Doing you

Moving with the time

Put away the 47

Step in with the 9

All the time

They wanna wish me hate

They don’t know about the problems

That I got on my plate

Wide awake

The powder do that to you

If you listen to my shit

Then I wish I knew you

Just wanna run into a mothafucker

Bumping my shit

You know?

Walk with me

C-Rocka SKM

One more time

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