200 Miles to Philadelphia

[Hook] Two hundred miles to Philadelphia I've been gone so long Hey man, I'm getting off at Philadelphia I'm going to find my way home [Verse 1] 80's baby, yeah that cement had my baby feet At my old house, back on Lombard and Taney Street Bun from the bakery, nothing been made for me No road paved for me, talk about bravery [As ...?] I used to wanna go west I'd carry the family crest, but build my own nest Where homes' best, I'm learning that nothing is perfect So instead of searching, I'm just turning back and returning My heart is where the home is, so even when I'm roaming I can always find a silence, if it's only for a moment In the fields, screaming to the cold (I feel home) When I'm drinking outside with the people I know Yeah, my dad is from the Apple My mom is from Chicago They came to form a family without a model to follow And now my dreams to sew my seed Where I cut my teeth, and I scraped my knees [Hook] [Verse 2] It goes four seventy-six, seventy-six six, seventy-six I hit the back streets, get my medicine fix That heavenly mix, I shift from the heaviest shit I'm not the one to be betting again Yeah, the city loves a castoff That's the mascot But I'm good where I go I don't need a shamrock I play my cards right, from the ascots to blacktop Every line 'till the last stops under pad lock From the nosebleeds to the court-side I'm fresher than fluoride, they still on the short side We living that raw life, we still want it all night We struggle, let a glass rise to the hard times American bald eagle, Billy Penn's the steeple I done a lot here, about half has been legal But I see no evil, so I speak no evil Cause I know no equal and these are my people [Hook]