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savage intellect - homesickness for the hometown-less lyrics

“who are you? where do you come from” (2xs)

one of my first memories, the cook school playground
spending countless amount of hours on the merry+go+round
on that school’s roof is where i once lost my kite
both of those so symbolic to the cycle of life
going around in circles, hung up in what towers above you
sometimes all you have is your family to love you
and as i reminisce of that which got me like this
that small town’s at the top of my list
no regrets from always moving around
but, i never had a place that i could call my hometown
as i looked deeper i found, it was there all along
i’m giving praisе to that place on this song
i remembеr comic books in catholic school with the nuns
(what up dave)
grass+stained uniform pants from my all recess fun
both got me in trouble, but it was fun with my friends
and, given a second chance, i’d probably do it all again
and, that young you don’t know where your path lies
it’s there i was baptized, cleansing demons from past lives
and there was still times i had tears in my eyes
but, now i realize those cries are a part of our lives
and, the world’s a rough place, i guess i learned that from y’all
but, on the real, to this day, i’m still touchy about frogs
if you don’t get it, cool, it’s a personal song
but, if you do, then it’s for you it was written all along
i remember the batmobile, held it tight in my hands
(uncle ty)
or my first time inside of an ambulance
(uncle chris)
not as a patient, just for the sake of observation
late night’s, scanners tuned to the police station
(uncle eric)
sitting on the waterbed with nichole playing intellivision
(aunt pete)
intrigued by the piranha in the fish tank in the living…room
broke out the boom box so i could walk to several spots
(sharp gf+575)
show this town how i get down with the ill pop lock
(what up lee eldridge!)
i was sort sl!ck with the tick
switch to the uprock, drop to the hand spin real quick, oh, so hot
that’s what’s wrong with my wrist, result of a swift style
i was never the one like a misdial
yeah, i felt like a local legend
coming to town felt like opening doorways to heaven
aight, enough self+admiring
let’s get back to more important things
\like getting excited watching spider+man
(spider+man, spider+man)
or front porch jazz sessions always live
wide+eyed when i saw you had the roland 505
(uncle chris)
locked myself in the house until i mastered it
and, when my birthday came, you know i had to ask for it
(got my own)
and, i got it, and my first self+produced demos is what evolved from it
and, once i got my sp+12
i was given a stack of records i could sample from as well
(gramps)
well, i had to make a dub of ‘em, which was sort of cumbersome
but, peeps still asking, ‘ehere those drums come from?’
(what up stedy serv!)
let’s see…maceo parker…b.b. king…
yeah, lo+fi but still banging on low bias maxell cassette tape
i could play in the hyundai for a jazz and blues escape
first saw wild style on night flight, snuck out that same night
window screens came out easy, couldn’t quite fit them back right
(uncle ty)
it was eddy and i, those two fly guys
representing the 3d crew…that’s right (what up capri)
one day in ’85, we saw quite a sight
beautiful girl riding by on ten speed bike (nichole)
and, as she passed by, out came uncle ty
‘that’s the girl i want you to meet’, well, alright…
we had some good times, for long talks we’d make time
there were rumors of love through the grapevine
but hey, what can i say, didn’t quite go that way
but, we’re still connected to this day
plus, it opened doors for when i next rolled in
my cuz (what up steph) introduced me to ms. colleen colemen (what up kim)
beautiful, intelligent, somewhat angelic
i remember our first kiss like it’s the present moment
yeah, i got deep on y’all, cause i was sort of sweet on her
and for the record, i really didn’t cheat on her
that other girl try to play me, say she had me, sadly mistaken
gladly faking to make me look badly
but, i’ll own my part of the blame, i was there all the same (true)
but please…let me explain
for my cuz to hang with her friend
i was there trying to play the game (and i lost)
i should’ve known to switch the plan, when on the way there
the sideview mirror of the van hit some kid, bam!
he flew a bit, flipped, hit the grass, ‘d+mn’
now, what’s that all about man
sure, it was accidental, but it’s messing with my mental
thinking ‘bout all the wild things that we have been through
the kid was fine, took home, told his fam, they were alarmed
it was awkward but all good, they knew we meant no harm
perhaps karma still had to have its say
as that’s the day of the incident of the one that got away
ok, i’m dramatizing
i was only 15, before 16’s it was full pages and harmonizing
yeah, i can sing a song, you got a crew? bring ‘em on
your whole staff can feel my wrath then i’ll push them along
and, i can meet you at the down downtown plaza
(“downtown galesburg”)
to prove who’s the master, poetics with the precision of n.a.s.a
so, count the heads i fly, competition beddie bye
mcs step up please, you can all try
and, that’s what i was on, rapping or breaking, or i was gone
off to the next spot, or back home…
“gotta let you know where i come from”
“galesburg, il”
“far from the bright lights of the big city”
“gotta let you know where i come from”
“galesburg, il”
“far from the bright lights of the big city”
“gotta let you know where i come from”
“galesburg, il”
“far from the bright lights of the big city”

785 south henderson, where good food is always simmering
for as long as i can remember when
grams in the kitchen, serving food until we’re comatose
gramps with the late night fire pit pig roast
while us kids catch fireflies in a jar
the next morning
playing frisbee with the cousins in the front yard
and, walking sandburg mall was just cool to us
eating karmelkorn, drinking orange julius
then, railroad days once june hit
hanging out from high noon until the moon’s lit
i know i paint it like a paradise, but take this here advice
sometime’s amongst the beauty is where the terror lies
i can’t let it slide, but i’m moving past that
it’s hard to see in the dark, the monster’s abstract
and, imma let you know, i forgive, but don’t forget
…aight…time to let it go
‘turn on the radio (90.7 fm wkkc), vinnie’s the jock?
pass me a blank tape, he’s going play some hip hop’
and, don’t sleep on these small towns, we held it down
legendary stories they’re just not world renown
so, to my fellow military brats
whose surroundings have been boundless
this is homesickness for the hometown+less
and, i wrote this just to get my tales heard
of what took place in galesburg

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