Come Home

I have been to many faraway places

I have seen many different faces

Now, I see a whole lot of good

In this, the old neighborhood

Where is this old neighborhood?

A place from which society expects no good

Where everyone is expected to fail

But despite it all they thrive and prevail

Its such a joy, makes you feel real good

To live here in the old neighborhood

For you hear boisterous and jovial laughter

Mixed with loud down-home banter

The playground is asphalt or concrete

And the parks have not one decent seat

But children play, and life is still good

Day after day right here in the hood

As a child of the hoods mean street

Growing up was tough, no easy feat

And no matter how far you may roam

Remember the hood is forever home

There are still no willows or shady trees

The summer is funky hot, no cool breeze

The guys and gals still dress in them fine clothes

Guys with earrings, gals with rings on their toes

Sorry that life troubles are keeping you down

And that happy smile is turning to a frown

God bless, dont hesitate, no need to phone

The hood will always welcome you; come home

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