Song Lyrics

"Come Home"

by Phanatik
Album: The Incredible Walk

1st verse
A father sits on his porch reminiscing about a time when him and his son weren't so distant/ and how he misses him/ and how if he could just see him again he would run and hug him and kiss him/ miles away a son is thinking the same thing until his man hollers and interrupts his day dream/ back to work/ but his back it hurts/ he's been thinking lately about going back to church/ cuz that would kind of remind him of his roots/ of a time when he wasn't grinding shining others boots/ but that's the best he can do now/ he's too proud to stay at the group home/ was on his own since he was juvenile/ so he sleeps on the streets/ using concrete for sheets/ and he eats when he eats/ and it's so cold/ he looks so old but he's young/ he hung in the bars all types of scars life beat him down it was no holds barred/ it's been six years-twenty days/ since he's been gone but how did he get here anyway'/ this wasn't how it was supposed to be/ think back to the day before he chose to leave/ when he stepped to his dad and he asked for the cash that he would receive after his dad passed/ so that's what he gave him/ the father was bothered by the request but after a while he caved in/ said 'all of the wealth that I've earned and saved up must pay for the lessons my son must learn/ and I pray that he learns when this is done this is my one wish for my youngest son

Chorus
How long/ how long will the prodigal roam/ how long/ how long before he comes home/ how long/ how long will he chase harm/ and keep running away from the father's arms/

Young/ come home/ son/ come home/ run/ come home/ run/ come home
Daughter/ come home/ you ought to/ come home/ run/ come home/ run/ come home

2nd verse
The saga continues/ the father gave into the son the son left with his friends who/ really had no cash of their own/ just running the same track wanting too fast to be grown/ they figured with these figures in our pockets/ we can invest these digits and get even richer than your pop is/ find ourselves a nice good hustle/ buy some protection/ find some hood muscle/ as soon as we get to another city/ we can put this money to work for ourselves and get busy/ buying houses/ fixing them up and flipping them/ I can just picture getting the dividends rolling in like Michelins/ from the time they arrived on the scene/ they thrived with his father's business sence in his genes/ of the three he proved to be the smartest/ buy targeted the hottest commodities on the market/ they went from knowing and going to the parties to being the ones with the dough throwing all the parties/ made money money made money money money/ and wanted to date honeys so he paid money money/ he was killing it/ stocking up his chips/ til the economy switched/ stock market flipped/ at first his properties flying/ today nothing's popping/ stocks dropping/ nobodies buying/ he's over extended in his credit/ selling his cars and cribs to try to pay his dept with/ He's left with nada/ friends gone/ females bon-voyaged and no one will bother/ is this what chasing pleasure and wealth does/ leaves you out freezing with no help and shelter'/it's helter skelter in his dome/ he spends all his time wondering why he left home

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3rd verse
Does this sound familiar/ I'm sure it's similar the symbolism is bound to kill ya/ who else do we know/ that would leave the safety of a loving Father wandering trying to go/ to a distant place/ and dis His grace/ just to waste His mercy making big mistakes/ then when all is lost and the bridges are burned and they realize there's nowhere else that they can turn/ they turn to the steeple and return to the sheepfold/ isn't that just like God's people'/ in every era of time/ God's people made the error of severing the ties/ with the Father and His love/ aren't you glad He treats us like the father of the prodigal does/ when the son finally came to his senses he realized it was better inside his father fences/ said I wonder if I would returned there would I be able to last under the burn of His holy stare/ but wasn't aware that the same eyes that hate sin/ had been watching the road and waitin to for him to return again

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