
[Verse 1]
Old block still cracked, same paint fade
Same liquor store cats still talkin’ bout the old days
I walk slow when I ride through my streets
Memories echo off the concrete beats
Seen boys turn ghosts before they grew beards
Dreams hit the gutter while the world cheered
Some stayed stuck, some learned to escape
Some stories end young, some stories reshape
I left with a notebook and a head full of noise
Lookin’ for peace that I ain’t find in the boys
Mama still prayin’ that I call her more
But this path I walk got a heavy floor
[Hook]
Turnin’ these hometown pages, names in the lines
Faces in the rearview, stuck in my mind
Can’t rewrite the chapters, can’t bring ‘em back
But I keep ‘em in the bars, keep ‘em in the tracks
Turnin’ these hometown pages, each one scarred
All these quiet moments that built my heart
I’m gone but I carry all the weight they gave
Ink on my soul, from the cradle to the grave
[Verse 2]
Corner store steps, first cypher I spit
Brothers all hype when I first learned to flip
Now the cypher’s gone, some heads gone too
Some walls got tags with them R.I.P.’s blue
Mama’s house small but the love felt large
Dad gone workin’, life hit hard
First crush by the swings, last fight in the dark
I got cuts on my name but it left its mark
Had a friend named Deon, we both had plans
I took flights out west, he took grams in hand
Now he on a shirt, I’m on this stage
Both still boys, just on different page
[Hook]
Turnin’ these hometown pages, names in the lines
Faces in the rearview, stuck in my mind
Can’t rewrite the chapters, can’t bring ‘em back
But I keep ‘em in the bars, keep ‘em in the tracks
Turnin’ these hometown pages, each one scarred
All these quiet moments that built my heart
I’m gone but I carry all the weight they gave
Ink on my soul, from the cradle to the grave
[Bridge]
Ain’t no map out, just streets and prayers
Ain’t no clean break from the love that’s there
I’m the ghost in the porch light, name in the breeze
The echo of the court when the last shoe leaves
[Verse 3]
Mama callin’ my phone, says the porch light on
I been gone too long, she say “boy, come home”
But my shoes got miles, and my heart got roads
I’m just chasin’ these ghosts in the lines I wrote
[Hook]
Turnin’ these hometown pages, names in the lines
Faces in the rearview, stuck in my mind
Can’t rewrite the chapters, can’t bring ‘em back
But I keep ‘em in the bars, keep ‘em in the tracks
[Outro]
Home don’t leave you.
You just learn to carry it different.
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