Welcome Home Songtext
von Rasul

That′s what it sounds like when you're standing at the pearly gates

When a man′s whispering a simple phrase like
"I miss home," those homes been a cage
Land of the free and asylum for the brave
In an ocean of denial, dog paddling against the waves

Drowning in guilt, doubt and sick rage
Escapades of a peon, I'm Muhammad in the cave

Misconstrued, misled, misbehaved
Keep running into walls like my name is Willie Mays

So here I am putting misery to the page
The serenades of a hanging slave
Depraved dialogues with the spirit of Isaac Hayes
Telling God I'm on my way, tipsy off that E&J
Trying to find an autophone needle in the haystacks
Of Sly Stone 8-tracks on replay
I DJ broken records of lies and clichés
Wonder if y′all wanna hear what I really have to say
Welcome home


At the end of the rainbow
In a world of his own
Now the angels keep calling
Welcome home

Demons remain faithful
To the pain that he holds
When the angels keep calling
Welcome home

To the rhythms of solitude
The DNA of fresh trapped in my molecules
I′m Johnny Cool, Rasool, Ishmael, Power Rule
From the school of hard lucks and troubled moods
Ever since looking up to that infamous Hollis crew
Pete Rock, CL Smooth, live at the Barbecue

That I want my forty acres and a mule
The fuel flushing of veins when Kane was dropping jewels
Forgotten loops chopped and screwed with proper tools
Those sonic grooves that make your stomach move
Wordplay's equivalent to Rubik′s demonic cube
Colorful puzzles for church girls, pimps and college dudes

Whoever might understand the struggle to shelter


Tomorrow's youth with clothes and solid food
The pursuit of happiness is the pursuit for W′s
Who better compare it to than the mavericks number two
Welcome home

At the end of the rainbow
In a world of his own
Now the angels keep calling
Welcome home

Demons remain faithful
To the pain that he holds
When the angels keep calling
Welcome home

'Cause when a man′s whispers are simply rephrased like

Aaron Hall used to sing "Don't Be Afraid" on a stage
I'm Mumia trapped in an iron maze
Renegade maniac writing for better days

Forever dazed since your mom sprays a gift of gab
And your dad calls it a phase
Raised among black tops, white lines and razor blades
Where crime pays to pave a peasant′s ways
Where the seeds of wisdom never blossom with age
What you done seen or heard are your company for the grave
And damn right the boy has changed

The boy′s Jermaine dying slowly inside from the joys of pain
While you keep mistaking my poise for strange
Ask yourself when will you hear this voice again
While you keep mistaking this coy for strange
Ask yourself when you might hear this voice again
Welcome home

At the end of the rainbow
In a world of his own
Now the angels keep calling
Welcome home
Demons remain faithful
To the pain that he holds
When the angels keep calling
Welcome home

I'm here
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