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 s**t 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 s**t about me, I hope the s**t isn't true Man look at this s**t I came from, this narrow point of view How you hating on a n***a that wanted it more than you? I ran through them spots with you and f-cked the same b*****s too And just because I rocked with you I scrapped with them n****s too Came back for them n****s too, aint no trappin' n***a it's true Yet they play me on repeat cause I rap for them n****s too They see I started with nothing but passion and then I blew To the Roc, damn the tops a spectacular f*****g 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 n****s it's been too long Hate that my n***a Smitty slangin' but to each his own Gotta feed yo'self, smoke a little weed just to ease yo'self F**k the whole world I don't need your help You're the reason why momma had those rocks All my n****s 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 n***a, visions of home I'm coming home, coming home Yeah Cole World You know what it is...