[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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