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letra de back home - t-k.a.s.h.

[verse 1]
yo, crack rock and heroin, that’s momma’s medicine
bruised from the condition the prison system left her in
eleven years spent in it, slept in it, wept in it
fought back once and got raped for the rest of it
with the school, with her cool, with her shootin’ hoops
with her cool vision of her moved with this new vision of her
missin’ tooth, missin’ shoes, lip is bruised, funky sweatsuits
sweatin’ profuse, voice suggests coke use
i remember growin’ up, she was so abused
turtlenеck, summer sunglasses wouldn’t show her bruisеd
my folks knew and spoke to her folks who
beat her some more for tellin’ on ’em, and they smoked, too
she said, “spare money?”
her eyes watered and her bottom lip shook as she was reachin’ out to get it from me
i said, “i hope it helps,” that’s when her heart moaned
(anything to get back home)

[chorus]
anything to get back home
anything to get back home

[verse 2]
life is cool, private school, parental guidance, too
met a guy who likes to give her rides to school
supplies her with shrooms, in return, rides his tool
lied to fool with dad, she said he was g-y
and he was, but he never had intention to say
she wasn’t loved, but he never had intention to stay
daddy’s so stressed out, he hit the strip club, only to faint
when she hit the stage and stripped in his face
when she saw him, she ran and caught a fist to the face
her boyfriend growled out, “trick, get in your place”
a ged and no degree, a homeless sleep made her see this is a waste
but now she gettin’ thin in the face
and a bigger belly, she delivered a baby
who wasn’t scared to die, because it did already
i told her, “try god,” that’s when her heart moaned
(anything to get back home)
[chorus]
anything to get back home
anything to get back home
yo, yo

[verse 3]
tomie kash this, tomie kash that
turf war syndrome, hard truth soldiers, she had that
momma death on her, now she step-daughter, step-mother
steps on her, pro-war, anti-choice
tells her she can’t stand my voice, calls her “n—– lover”
which is she enlisted with her brother, her father loves her
but instead, he takin’ business trips
never around, so he never gets to witness this
she remembers growin’ up in northern cali, liberal style
now she in the southern central valley, eatin’ grilled cow
cola, soda, fast food, weeks passed in her room
reminiscin’ on her mother’s passing and assumed
she can mysp-ce tomie kash, mysp-ce-forward slash
t-o-m-i-e-kash forever
she did, and when i said “be strong,” that’s when her heart moaned
(anything to get back home)

[outro]
anything to get back home

- t k a s h

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