CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Hometown Blues
Beats by Choc
Another year, look at me, man, I'm still here
This place hard to escape from
Hometown blues, you know how it feel, yeah
There ain't a path, you gotta make one
I can't seem to find my way out this time
Keep on lookin' at the sky for a big sign
God never talk to me through windchimes
But the devil hold these idle hands
Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
I can't seem to find my way out this time
Keep on lookin' at the sky for a big sign
God never talk to me through windchimes
But the devil hold these idle hands
Yeah, your hometown is a blessin', but also it hold the essence
Of everything that's familiar, could reel ya into suppression
Especially when nobody growin', it's a recession
And the people you know prob'ly personifyin' depression
I know some homies who had passed thirty, never left their town
They stationary like they shackled down
Some others settled down to bein' parents
And gave up on they own dreams 'cause they couldn't share it
I had to chase mine, I picture paint, Francis Bacon
Dreams that I couldn't waste time, I had to take on
my future, I could be as big as Akon
That's why I make 'em feel some type of way when I could make rhymes
They didn't think it was possible, all they saw were the obstacles
All I saw was potential, penetrated the plausible
I looked around for men and none of them was responsible
So I became the man and then did the impossible
I wrote this for the kids in Winter Springs and Sanford
Growin' up where they sling and losin' someone to cancer
Locked up inside the house and desperate, searchin' for answers
Y'all too stuck on bein' gangster and gettin' pu**y
And money that you don't see it, 'cause it's too convenient
You discover the language you speak, you could be a genius
You realize all the places you'd reach, you ain't gon' believe it
But you stayed too long in this place and you'll prob'ly never leave it
Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
I can't seem to find my way out this time
Keep on lookin' at the sky for a big sign
God never talk to me through windchimes
But the devil hold these idle hands
Another year, look at me, man, I'm still here
This place hard to escape from
Hometown blues, you know how it feel, yeah
There ain't a path, you gotta make one
I can't seem to find my way out this time
Keep on lookin' at the sky for a big sign
God never talk to me through windchimes
But the devil hold these idle hands
Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
I can't seem to find my way out this time
Keep on lookin' at the sky for a big sign
God never talk to me through windchimes
But the devil hold these idle hands
Yeah, your hometown is a blessin', but also it hold the essence
Of everything that's familiar, could reel ya into suppression
Especially when nobody growin', it's a recession
And the people you know prob'ly personifyin' depression
I know some homies who had passed thirty, never left their town
They stationary like they shackled down
Some others settled down to bein' parents
And gave up on they own dreams 'cause they couldn't share it
I had to chase mine, I picture paint, Francis Bacon
Dreams that I couldn't waste time, I had to take on
my future, I could be as big as Akon
That's why I make 'em feel some type of way when I could make rhymes
They didn't think it was possible, all they saw were the obstacles
All I saw was potential, penetrated the plausible
I looked around for men and none of them was responsible
So I became the man and then did the impossible
I wrote this for the kids in Winter Springs and Sanford
Growin' up where they sling and losin' someone to cancer
Locked up inside the house and desperate, searchin' for answers
Y'all too stuck on bein' gangster and gettin' pu**y
And money that you don't see it, 'cause it's too convenient
You discover the language you speak, you could be a genius
You realize all the places you'd reach, you ain't gon' believe it
But you stayed too long in this place and you'll prob'ly never leave it
Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
I can't seem to find my way out this time
Keep on lookin' at the sky for a big sign
God never talk to me through windchimes
But the devil hold these idle hands
