[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