Atmosphere - Always Coming Back Home to You

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Uploaded by on Jan 17, 2011

Atmosphere - Always Coming Back Home to You
Album: Seven's Travels


Lyrics:
To all my killas and my hundred dolla billas
To emo kids that got too many feelings

He held the register open while he counted her change
I was next in line which meant I was invisible
From where I stood I could see that the till was full
He didn't look the type to play superhero
So I stepped forth and paid for my cigarettes
Crept out the stores front door to chase a little breath
"Bangles" in my head, shake the song off
Another manic Monday night, its gonna be a long walk

A car pulled up, a fixed up Cutlass
A woman and a child climbed out and left it running
They went inside of the deli, placed an order
With the extra dollar fifty bottled water 'cuz the daughter's picky
When they came out mommy gave me a glance
That said, man can love an angel but he's got to take the chance
Already knew the deal, I lit one up and walked,
So they got back in the Oldsmobile, belted up, and took off.

Thug love on the corner by the Walgreen's
Looking at me like I'm just another square saltine
As I get closer I notice that they showing each other sketches
Out of their notebooks, reminded me of my old roots

I walk pass with a nod and a reminisce
Swear to God hip-hop and comic books was my genesis
Respect the life and the fashions of the children
It's the only culture I've got, exactly what we've been building

All of a sudden I'm in front of some man
No he's a young'in but he's got a gun in his hand
He looks fifteen, he looks frantic, no he looks afraid
Immediately apprehensive 'til I heard him say
"Do you want this? It's not mine, I promise
I found it on my block in between a couple garages
Didn't wanna leave it for a child to stumble over
I don't even know how to hold it!"

It was a thirty-eight, the poor man's machete
Held it in my hand, thinking damn man it's heavier than expected,
Wedged it behind my belt buckle,
Knowing that it's evil, even thought that I could smell trouble
The extra strength felt weak,
But over there on the corner saw what I needed
And proceeded to cross the street
Put the heat in the mail box, to loose it
Figured that the post office knows what's best to do with it

Mosey down the road thinkin' 'bout the old,
I used to roam this zone through two feet of snow
Right here, this used to be a record shop
I've gotten love, I've gotten drunk, I've gotten beat up in that parking lot.
I've had my Lake Street pride for three decades
These alleyways, and these streetlights have seen my best days
Before I was a germ learning how to misbehave,
All the way to the grave, South Side is my resting place

Took a right on Lyndale, I'm getting near
But then the road became empty and the people disappeared.
The clouds ran away, opened up the sky
And one by one I watched every constellation die
And there I was frozen, standing in my backyard
Face to face, eye to eye, staring at the last star
I should've known, walked all the way home
To find that she wasn't here, I was still all alone

No matter where I am, no matter what I do,
I'm always coming back home to you.
They can leave me for dead, they can take away my true,
I'm always coming back home to you.
Through the lies and the sins that ride the wind that blew,
I'm always coming back home to you.
As sure as the life in the garden that you grew,
I'm always coming back home to you.
No matter where I am, no matter what I do,
I'm always coming back home to you.
If only I had known what you already knew,
I'm always coming back home to you.
From the heaven I've had to the hell I been through,
I'm always coming back home to you

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  • 575 people are speechless aparently

  • atmosphere is just so fucking good

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  • thug love on the corner by the walgreens, lookin at me like im a just another square saltine!

  • Minnesota is gangster. YO!

  • Such a fucking powerful song.

  • i fucking love real hiphop

  • atmosphere tells my life story

  • to emo kids who got to many feelings

  • 3523 people always come back home.

  • @TheIllmaticTheory and growing

  • @ahamsterpackingheat More like 2724.

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