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    dots Submission Name: back homedots
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    Author: young p
    ASL Info:    14/m/N.O.La
    Elite Ratio:    3.03 - 29/31/11
    Words: 704
    Class/Type: Lyrics/Nostalgia
    Total Views: 783
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 4257



    Description:
       this was troy's idea. he made me and chaz write verses and he wrote the hook. i just contributed my skills. he wanted all three of us to post it though so as many people can read it as possible.


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    (heavy knowledge)
    Remember back home and how it use to be
    Remember when drunks be on the corner Drinking Hennessy
    I remember the times with Mardi Gras
    And the festival of jazz
    Rollin through the Magnolia
    Looking for a New Orleans piece of ass
    Hit up the east with my Girbauds and Nikes
    Then did a Franchise Boys
    And bought me some white tees
    And Iíll never forget when Soulja Slim died
    How the tears fell down
    Looking at the grave remembering my ancestors 6ft bellow the ground
    Me and young p hit up Six Flags
    Cause unknown get off in 10
    We bout to go hit up that Batman ride again
    Go to old Cajun cause they food hit the spot
    Hit up the street and get that bootleg Lil Wayne The black is hot
    But now I can't so I say fuck bush,
    The government, and Katrina
    I just got my check in the mail from FEMA
    (Haha)
    I think what went on in the 504 was wrong
    But its funny
    Because that why Iím writing this song

    Listen up elite, cuz Iím no longer complete
    Feeling weak after the weeks
    Of having flood water on my streets
    As my nostalgia grows with its power
    Man this may be my last song
    God I just wanna go back home
    x2

    (unknown soldier)
    Nothing more than a strange man
    In a strange land
    Iíve lost the eye of the tiger
    Sometimes I feel like the only survivor
    Iím just an outsider
    So my change in location
    Made me take into consideration
    To write a song about the City of Crescents
    Silly adolescents
    Playing basketball in my backyard
    They pretend to be hard
    But theyíre really good at heart
    this is just the start
    I miss those hot summer days
    My lil brotha used to brag about his waves
    Working out as different records would play
    Lifting weights in that hot ass garage
    Tapping out, so weíd duck and weíd dodge
    We even used to freestyle battle each other
    Me and Chaz were almost like brothers
    And N.O. is still in my heart
    No matter how far we grow apart
    I miss all my friends from back home
    Big Mike, Scott, Katy
    Iíll put all your names in this song
    Yíall were damn near like family to me
    Now it feels like my world is abandoning me
    I wish I could stand
    And reverse the storm with one hand
    And make the difference one man can
    But I canít command, time to rewind
    Even though these people are kind
    I wanna go home somewhere down the line

    Listen up elite, cuz Iím no longer complete
    Feeling weak after the weeks
    Of having flood water on my streets
    As my nostalgia grows with its power
    Man this may be my last song
    God I just wanna go back home
    x2

    (young p)
    My brotha told me to write something significant
    So people will feel my shit instead of dissing it
    The hurricane led us to Texas
    does God really expect us
    To start from practically nothing
    when we already had something
    The fortunate drive Beamers
    while we get food stamps from FEMA
    Now Iím a dreamer, wishing I wasnít lost
    Getting help from Red Cross, back home
    The Saints would play in the Super Dome
    I was a balla of sorts, I love sports
    In N.O. I was the king of the courts
    Chilling with friends
    I thought those good times would never end
    Man Katrinaís a hoe
    Why did she make the levees overflow?
    But now I know, that homeís where I gotta go
    Itís disgusting
    I have to drive 7 hours just to see my cousins
    Life can never be perfect
    I guess I should have known
    Iím happy on the surface
    But I still wanna go back home

    Listen up elite, cuz Iím no longer complete
    Feeling weak after the weeks
    Of having flood water on my streets
    As my nostalgia grows with its power
    Man this may be my last song
    God I just wanna go back home
    x2




    Submitted on 2005-11-01 18:31:23     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      This was the best shIt I've read of you man. I love all of unknowns shIt. this is the first time I'm reading Knowledge's stuff. This was great. It was really personal and It seems like something me and my brothers would write if the same thing happened to us.
    | Posted on 2005-11-05 00:00:00 | by Robbing Hood | [ Reply to This ]
      Great wording for this song. More and more kids are coming on here and expressing their feelings. That's an awesome song, and good luck with it, i hope it takes you far.
    | Posted on 2005-11-02 00:00:00 | by missing_angel | [ Reply to This ]
      wow...omg..this mad eme wanna cry...that sHits deep. i love it.. you really did good in this one. so did troy and chaz. i couldnt imagine the pain you guys are going through. this makes me depressed...this shIt is gonna be stuck in my head all night. i probably wont sleep. i dont think ive felt this deep through poems unless they were my own. ncely done! i give u high points.

    Love Always,
    AZak
    | Posted on 2005-11-01 00:00:00 | by Suicidalchild51 | [ Reply to This ]


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