Homeland

[Verse 1: Laws] I’m on an overnight plane ride, I’m trying to balance two lives at the same time I used to think I make a killing with the same rhymes Till the bigger picture made me go and change my frame of mind But they yelling out stop Laws, it’s like they thought I went pop ‘cause I popped off I’m on your radar only just to drop off, them other cats are chickens And this the hot sauce, it makes ‘em go down easier You lack vision then wonder why I Stevie ya And this song written in the key of life, I take it back to the days of Pedialyte ‘Cause now my mother is my friend and I need her advice If I make money, who cares if I read or write? And rappers pay writers Then pay lawyers to read, I don’t do either plus we all can agree I brought happiness in the homeland [Hook] I been long gone, and I’m on my way home but I didn’t forget you I never forget that I been around the world and I-I-I let ‘em know my hometown I ain’t forget to, we from the middle of nowhere, there’s no place like home [Verse 2: Laws] With these hands, I create words that they’ll talk about on C-SPAN And teenage Laws really trying to see Japan 2011 Laws really trying to see his fam It’s either Fuji or the movies with my nephew Stonehenge and great times with old friends I bet you put in the same position Would be after greener grass when you moving so fast That they barely see your past when friends stop calling ‘Cause they watch your progress on a blog site, thinking that it’s alright And when my brother went to war, it wasn’t on nahright Every day, the chance is better that I won’t be called Mike But even when that Laws sound is too hot to handle I'll still be food shopping in Publix in my socks and sandals When the shawty at the register scan, she’ll skip a few items ‘Cause she a fan and I brought that happiness in the homeland [Hook] [Verse 3: Laws] So I’m bringing that happiness, I’ll gladly get y'all the trophy ‘Cause we ain’t had a Grammy yet and this kid used to never dress out for phys ED He would diss the teacher and sit on the bleachers instead Making music, not the kind they teach in any class, that ain’t no Sousa March That ain’t no Pledge the Flag, this for my high school sweetheart I miss ya, the dust you left me in turned into a twister I’m still the same OG, sounding like a younger you but still the same old me This is for the alley by the dollar flicks, beat boxing, freestyles How we got it in, oh how I got at them, dissed ‘em but they all loved it Years from now, they’ll probably give paid tours of it They couldn’t cage a classic, I fought in the prison and left the jail And then came back as the warden, bringing happiness in the homeland [Hook]