Home from ICONography by Tim'm

home
produced by Rob Rhythm

Verse 1

I come from a place next to nowhere
Got to get back there, to get anywhere
This place I come from, two steps from memory lane
I found my joy, let go of my pain

[Hook]

Oh the places we come from
Things that we go through
Only to get to what brings us back home
x2

Where I come from, I keep my head held high
Some say we low life, but our eyes are to the sky
Every thing I am, and ever will be
Red Dirt Country Roads [Hay Bales] and Collard Greens

[Hook]
x2

Spoken:

rusty, crooked
ashy elbows and
chapped lips
carry legacy;
sop stories up
'bout belonging and not . . .

I've inherited
the lips of secrets
not told to me
whisperin' to me
in winds
between woods
and houses they build:

"remember where you came from
. . . remember the red in your melanin
like your feet remember
the texture
of this here red clay"

so I do . . .
writing
is remembering...
HOME

Outro:

(Home)
It's a place where I can find myself
(Home)
I can place my troubles the shelf I'm
(Home)
I'm home again
I keep finding my way back
to where it all began

(Red Dirt Country roads, Hay Bails, and Collard Greens)

• ConsciousHipHop
• Deep House
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Neo-Soul
• Spoken Word
• alternative hip-hop
• Cincinnati