Home

They say Home is where the heart is,
Even if departed
The foundation of the artist,
Brings light to the darkness,
Open like a curtain
See the truth in the furnace
The roots are burning
Elevating pain in the workings,
For a bigger picture,
For family and sisters
Living was a bit different
Tryna
Close the gap of our distance
For a better living,
Showing the colours of my prism
Changing the pattern of the system
Like Christmas
Feeling gifted
Uplifted
Cooking flava in kitchen
Yes mama
Hey Ricky come on here
The food is ready!
Umm tell me what you call that
Umm gimme that soul back
Umm bones on the format
Umm tell me what you call that

Umm tell me what you call that
Umm gimme that soul back
Umm bones on the format
Umm tell me what you call that

Greeting from the walking
More life, less brawling
More praise, for the small things
More us, more talking
In a space to breathe,
Our personality
Without judgment of who we suppose to be
A feeling of ease,
Like Bournemouth sea breeze,
Or a cup of tea,
In-front of the tv,
With the fam,
A place to recharge my battery's
Laid back, like a canopy
Zoning to the woos of the world
Complemented with my girl
Or my best friend or music
Vibrations that soothing
One like a unit
That's the movement
In the flow state
Just the 2 of us cruising
No illusion, with nothing to prove
It could all be so simple
It could all be so simple

Umm
Tell me what you call that
Umm
Gimme that soul back
Umm
Bones on the format
Umm
Tell me what you call that

Umm
Tell me what you call that
Umm
Gimme that soul back
Umm
Bones on the format
Umm
Tell me what you call that

Skit