Home

[Intro]

I might not always agree with everything that I understand, but I understand

Somebody the other day asked me about how I feel about home

The state of home

Well I'll say it like this

Ever been coming home after a long day at work

And you see that gas station or that corner store

And you stop there and get your last few things before you go in for the night

And you feel safe before you actually reach your home

So now imagine coming home and that store is burned down

And that gas station is boarded up

It, it removes that feeling of safe, that, that feeling of comfort

That feeling of home before you actually reach your home

Me, personally, I would never want to destroy that feeling before I reach my home

If I destroy that feeling or that feeling is destroyed by someone else, I would wanna move

So why would I wanna destroy home

Home is all we got

Home is where the heart is

In my mind, here's home

[Intro 2]

I wanna go to the places I know (I know)

I'd love to show you the places I go (I go)

Wish you could see where I be

Man I gotta make it back home to Chicago

Back home to Chicago

I know you think it’s crazy there

All back in Chicago

[Chorus]

I gotta make it back home to Chicago

Jungle taught me how to rumble round the world

That’s why I’ll always love (Make it to Chicago)

It made me humble taught me how to pick myself up when I stumble

That’s why I’ll always love (Chicago)

I gotta make it home, make it home

Make it home, make it home

(Back home to Chicago)

Mama, I miss ya, Pops, I miss ya too

[Verse 1]

Back here in LA

So many days the same, so many things to take you away

From what you came here for

You gotta know just who you are and what you came to do (Do, do, do, do)

That’s what’s best for you

So I’m not gonna forfeit my time away from my family

[Chorus]

I gotta make it back home to Chicago

The jungle taught me how to rumble

Wanna go to the places I know

Love to show you the places I go

Some call it Chicago (Some call it Chicago but I call it home)

But I call it home (Take me home)

I call it, I call it home (Home)

I call it, I call it home

[Outro]

I gotta make it back home (to Chicago)

Gotta make it, gotta make it, gotta make it back

So I'ma sing the song like it’s my last

'Cause my ass may not make it back home to Chicago