Comin' home

Bonafied:

was put in the mix 'bout '86 and ever since I ran

from

His plan to further mans understanding through

expansion of minds, heart, body, and soul controlled

by the deity of three formed as one

The son of prodigy me Bonafied the MC straight from

the Tenna the center fo my location of operations for

missions completions

Franklin my mental releases dime piece still

Nashville, Knob Hill, where I chill on the real

hittin' home...

Coffee:

Ponder the thoughts all the money spent on useless

things I bought

Afro wigs and Courtney Cox dolls

Framed pictures of Richard Moll Robbins sons

Like Holly, so thick you could drive a trolley

through

my folly

Pardon me like Dolly in two halves same as the Red

Sea

I glimpse the open hands instead of reprimand that

fed

me

Said we can journey to places far off, thinkin' to

myself, " first I need to drop my car off."

Chorus:

I'm comin' home Daddy

Make sure you keep the gate open

I'm loosened from all the worldly pleasure Daddy

I'm comin home Daddy

Meet me outside greet me with your

arms extended Daddy

I'm comin home.

Coffee:

Take and EPT so phat hope I ain't pregnant

To this nasty world that would be more entertaining

than Cedric

And I would be Dug-less like Fredric by all my peers

Purchase maternity gear at Sears

Succumb to all their jeers and their taunts

Shedding tears for all my wants and desires

Pray to God I'm absent when the world erupts with

fire

Kevin Costner dances with flames with a dousing

Richard Pryor

Revelation called it everything is scalded...

Bonafied:

Kickin' up dust who could I trust

Rush like Paula Abdul cruel

This world served me sadness for acting the fool

My mind was a tool used for worldly occupation

Sleepless nights spent with my knees bent

Conversations with the upper case requesting strength

when opposition moved in with plans of ambush and

attack

At my weakest moments wishin' my life could be back

Under His will been left the thrill searchin' for the

path to the gate of my crib where my Daddy live...

Chorus

Coffee:

The smell of seals, a bird, and a monkey, mixed with

the stench of junkies best describes my kind of funky

Spunky spastic, your life can't be recycled so why

you

livin' plastic

Your insides are all dirty, why does your outside

looks fantastic

Devil couldn't wait to get his hands on you

Conformed you, turned your gold to Ormolu, now shame

on you

Made a dame of you

You say, "Whatever" well the same to you

Splittin' like an atom, I got things to do.

Bonafied:

Do who, you me too?

My desires expired

Dismiss my riches stay in Heavenly clenched fists

Swiss account-type interest

No man's hands can touch

Uncorrupted with the pureness of innocence and such

Mind sets not in agreance with all of my peeps

Absence of scams for yams numbered in heaps knee deep

They cram to understand the faith of this man

Until then when comprehension of sin-free lifestyle

lu

child

I'm headed home where I know it's gonna' be easier

pleasin' ya' Daddy

I'm headed home...