[Produced by Kanye West]

[Intro: Gil-Scott Heron]
I'm on my way home

[Verse 1]
Crooked cops
And crack fiends
A place where you have to
Lock your doors
Or you just lost your flatscreen
I can't go back
My people know that
'Cause if I go
My dream will be
A frame of my memory
Just like Kodak
I can't change nothing
And I wish I could
The same people told me
To live my dreams
'Cause they never could
I feel like a glimmer of hope
I'm just saying
The same old folks up in church
Not praying while these young
N***as up in the street just spraying
Waiting for the time to be the man
With the actions of Peter Pan
Leaving people to fly away
Like Neverland
We have no role models
Nobody ever stand
See in the 'field
People crying for help
But we just worried about our self
The greed took over now we just
Worried about our wealth
Eating pork rinds smoking cigs
I question do we care about
Our health bruh

[Break 1]
Man I remember sitting
Back on the porch
In Smithfield man
With my fam man
Those were the days
Yeah

[Verse 2]
They said change start with us
But I "see" things differently
Nothing will change if we
Don't share equally
In the 'field
People lack sympathy
And the person on the street
Lack mentally
But maybe
That's just mankind
Nothing will change
With a fixed mind

[Outro]
Shoutout to the fam
I still got in the 919 man
I ain't forget about y'all man
Tre-Fo my home
But 919 is always in my heart too
Tre-Fo 919 forever