Visions of home, the streets that I roamed it's been a while Raised me like the father I aint never had, I'm still your child And though I've grown in ways that you never known I ventured into the world, I moved out all on my own I'm doing this all for you, I hate to leave you alone See shit you wouldn't believe, I write 'em down in these poems And put 'em out for the world, I know you listening too Heard you saying shit about me, I hope the shit isn't true Man look at this shit I came from, this narrow point of view How you hating on a nigga that wanted it more than you? I ran through them spots with you and f-cked the same bitches too And just because I rocked with you I scrapped with them niggas too Came back for them niggas too, aint no trappin' nigga it's true Yet they play me on repeat cause I rap for them niggas too They see I started with nothing but passion and then I blew To the Roc, damn the tops a spectacular fucking view
Visions of home, Visions of home Visions of home, Visions of home (Yeah) Visions of home, this is my zone This is my joy, this is my pain, this is my song
This is for my cousin Ricky, damn niggas it's been too long Hate that my nigga Smitty slangin' but to each his own Gotta feed yo'self, smoke a little weed just to ease yo'self Fuck the whole world I don't need your help You're the reason why momma had those rocks All my niggas never even had no pops 'Memba that, you remember that? If you don't, double back Momma found a much better crib on a safe street But I'm still where the trouble at Where the trouble at? That's cause my flows there What it look like if I don't go there I'm dead wrong, it's been way too long (long) My folks there, what it look like if I don't go there? I'm dead wrong, it's been way too long
Visions of home, visions of home Visions of home nigga, visions of home I'm coming home, coming home Yeah Cole World You know what it is...