Make It Home

Lyrics: Stanley Bryan Robinson Music: Stanley Bryan Robinson Tryin' to make it home Tryin' to make it home Tryin' to make it home Tryin' to make it home

Walk through this jungle like I'm never scared Not of these lions and tigers and bears I watch out for leeches and snakes and these pigs That try to stop me from reaching my kids Maybe I’m too bold, just like my pappy This world is too cold, but it won’t crack me Slaving for pennies how can you be happy You hate your job, but you love family So you walkin’ out that door and grind for a future you hope to see Overlooked and undervalued but wifey stamp you like notaries Jodeci, 'Forever My Lady' until we go to meet our maker But you bring me joy like that song from Anita Baker When cake be running low, feeling like we need a baker We’ll sacrifice where needed baby we don’t need a savior Step up like Zetas ‘til we the next Will & Jada Or our struggle makes us greater Uh huh

Since I was a kid I was trying to make it home Finally bought my own crib I was trying to make it home Downsized to a flat We trying to make it home Born here but I’m black So I’m trying to make it home Stopped me at the border I’m trying to make it home Police pull me over I’m trying to make it home Devil on my shoulder I’m trying to make it home But these goals are even closer Time to bring’em home

Like the late great Kobe I’m raisin these queens To let nothing stand in the way of their dreams Nothing a real man won’t do for their kids Might miss what you say but they see how you live Wishing I was home more but I gotta keep the lights on Working several jobs and trying to find the time to write songs Wifey grindin’ too but her main gig is WAY harder Co-owner of our business plus a stay-at-home momma Can’t be bringin’ home drama, bruh… mainly good vibes Work harder than a motherf… but we live a good life Neighbors hit or miss, my skin color still a threat I feel I’m owed respect but I’m the one that’s still in debt I make a honest living in a land built on a lie Hard to be mad at my brothers that don’t even try But I’m off… to the next gig, wife waiting on my text Trying to get a leg up ‘fore they place a foot on my neck Put arms to my chest. When I leave I’m facin’ fears Even though that type of ish ain’t happen to your boy in years When I make it home she breathe a sigh of relief Kiss my wife and kids so they finally get some sleep

Since I was a kid I was trying to make it home Finally bought my own crib I was trying to make it home Downsized to a flat... We trying to make it home Born here but I’m black So I’m trying to make it home Stopped me at the border I’m trying to make it home Police pull me over I’m trying to make it home Devil on my shoulder I’m trying to make it home But these goals are even closer Time to bring’em home

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For the makers and the doers I'm... I’m working for Creators and pursuers I'm... I’m working for Risk takers and the star shooters Hell yeah, we want it all. This is our future

Quit our jobs built a biz and it’s all for the kids Had to make it happen for it’s too late uh Won’t let’em inherit fear definitely ending here Why the hell wouldn’t you want to be great Now we dip together and we headed to our office Making plenty progress we some artists helping artists Ain’t frontin' like it’s easy but living a lie’s the hardest But walking in your truth is liberating, to be honest On our Adam Sandler: "Phone, Wallet, Keys" Grateful we can stand on our own and get what we need Trying to take our people with us. What fun is winning alone? We gon’ work together ‘til the day we make it home Lets go!