LaGrange

I was, livin small, dreamin big, inconsiderate

of what they said a country boy could never represent

I might as well have said I wanted to be an astronaut

Pluto is doable, bein a rapper's not (what?!)

I've tried to listen but I ain't hear a damn thang

Sacrifice or regret, pick your path mayne

With either path comes pain but with sacrifice (what)

The pain is temporary (what) regret, that's for life (oh)

I ain't proud of a lot of what I had to do

In survival mode (damn) I kept my Bible clothes

But God's gotta know, my heart was never not

aligned with His will, my mind was hell-ish hot

It's His goal, when it's wrong then He'll tell me stop

If it's too right; well then a few nights

I stayed up, no sleep, just a heartbeat (what else?)

And some tear drops; but momma feared not

I'm comin home

Take me back home to LaGrange

Walk me down that country lane

Where the air is clean

The sun upstairs is calling my naaaaaaaame

I mean I just gotta say

It is the way it is man

The things have changed

And not necessarily for the better, you know?

They ain't fightin out here no more, no more

They got guns and they know for, know for

No hundred G's so dear of course, of course

Nobody wins in war except the morque

My hometown is different, from how I remember it

We never was innocent, but killin is senseless

The world is a battle zone, not just the Middle East

Not just big city streets, LaGrange is a little beast

Still it's my home though, you only get one of those

I owe it respect no matter what change it undergoes

Makin the muscles shows, people'll evolve

For better, for worse, bless and a curse, I need y'all

So I'm right back here, I swore if I ever left

I never would return, it feels like I never left

Never say never, is the lesson

The destination's the journey in what you make it

Okay

Take me back home to LaGrange

Walk me down that country lane

Momma open up your door

The Southern son is comin home to staaaaaaaay

I'm comin home...

Comin home

I said I'm comin home