[Verse 1: donSMITH]

Home is where the heart is

But it's hard where my home is

I know professionals who progressed long from convict

My brightest ideas came from a darker place

The city where your homie got out the car

To hold your parking space

Circle the block and pray

Cautious of who I'm with

Careful of what I say

They rolled dice on my head and took several chances

Don't ask where I'm from if you ain't ready for the answer

Only 17, my neighbors want me on the roster with that Medellín

But I settled for green, nothing you tellin' me

I wasn't trying to get rich, just had to pay my fee

Thin walls, I'm fuckin' project broads they never scream

Mom in the next room, could probably hear everything

I ain't want them type of problems

Eurosteppin' around 'em

So I gentrify the condom

Told her don't be pushy

I always chose dirty money over clean pussy

Mom's remarried, her new nigga in her room now

I playin' beats daydreamin' of when I move out

Watchin' Killa Cam pink hummer from rooftops

Wrote whole songs ten minutes after shootouts

Short life to live, even quick to die

You look Allah in his eyes

And you could prolly go blind, uh

[Skit 1: momSMITH]

I always tell you this anyway, but I keep repeating myself

It's not easy, ya know

Whatever happens out there

Anyway, I always keep you in my prayer

Maybe you should consider trying to

Maybe get something that pays you a little more money

So you can be able to survive, you know

Be better and not worry

Then you won't have me worried

'Cause I worry a lot

[Verse 2: donSMITH]

I was up early before the hot water work

Or my mom go to church

Harlem summer to hot to rock my Nautica shirt

You can't change the streets you on without crossin' em first

I told Ma' I'd dig in the dirt before I steal from her purse

Pissy staircase, littered with little green bags

No job, summer youth ain't never hit me back

Spent whole Summer's survivin' in Taft Rehab

Look, I was grindin' early morning

No coffee before the street packed

Empty Bustelo cans where I kept all the cream at

Harlem world, home of the flavor

You gon' see that

From Mama Fried Chicken next to where we took the C at

To waitin' on the crosstown bus where the fiends at

The Hill to 1st ave, from west to where the east at

Harlem like an All-star game, the league needs that

You just a fan blowin' hot air in these peoples faces

If you ever claim gang without official invitation

You trippin' if you think it's safe

Just 'cause tourist in my hood

Readin' off a Wiki page

Hopin' they don't stay for good

Still ain't wavin' white flags

You could buy the block but the culture don't got a price tag

Same ones who used to press me

Learned to respect me

The food chain was like that

They couldn't walk a day in your shoes

Let alone barefoot

But got the nerve to talk on you dues

When they ain't square yet

Harlem top tier, ya'll just got here

NYCHA taught me how to evolve and lock in

All that don is is all them dark years

I pray history never get watered down here

[Skit 2: donSMITH]

Yo peace, this is don

Sorry I missed your call

Leave your name, number

[Skit 2: momSMITH]

I'll hit you back, love

Hi son, I called you a couple times

Have you heard from your oldest brother

Or your middle brother

Keep in touch with them, you know

We all going through some things right now

Even though you the youngest

But I count on you for a lot

You know what, I called you a couple of times

Maybe you can pick your mail up

Thought it may be important

I could bring them to you

Is that okay

Call me, you know

I know you always somewhere, different places working

Brooklyn, Manhattan, everywhere

The Bronx

So just be careful, okay

Son, I always want you to be proud of where we come from

I love you, this is your mother

And I miss you

Son, I saw your fundraiser on instagram

I'm so proud of you

That was a great, great thing you did

La cultura es para siempre, no importa lo que pase

Siempre seremos lo mismo

Siempre seguimos y orgulloso de quien somos