Just 'cause I'm gone doesn't mean that I don't love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I'm goin' away
I'll be home one day
I'll be home one day
Know that I'll be home one day

Uh, reality overpowers the fiction
When we're talking, young killers missin' a pot to piss in
His palms itchin' with dreams of executin' his vision
On a mission, watch as he grips his Glock with conviction
Can you blame him? Can you blame him?
With his life straining face with the ultimate ultimatum
You either starve
Play the sideline and get involved
They urge you to get a job
You gave resumes, not a call
Anything for his kid
Never cared to be rich
The thought of consequences get dismissed when eatin' chips
Bought that life for a murder, his momma left, he was six
Guess he a son of a gun and a son of a bitch
Homie said the smackin' gavel's like a smokin' barrel
But you can hardly blame a world that you ain't hardly travel
Just know we brothers, only God can judge us
And with this music I'ma make the haters love us, that's real

Just 'cause I'm gone doesn't mean that I don't love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I'm goin' away
I'll be home one day
I'll be home one day
Know that I'll be home one day

Picture this
Ass, tits and hips
Nothin' less than thick
Mac all on her lips
Top down on the whip
Barely twenty-five
In a newest ride and her momma ain't buy that shit
She tried high school and she quit
Hit the strip then learned to strip
Met a dog, that was it
Fell in love, had a kid
Average black ghetto male
He's either broke I'm doin' bids
Last I heard servin' twenty-five to life
Shootin' over dice
Head crack, hunnid dollar game, said he shot him twice
Tissues for the woman with the bad amunitions
What don't kill you gon' build you
Just buy the pistol, I feel you
Them perverts testing your patience
If you had options you'd quit
But gotta see that you think
Just watchin' tricks from these tricks
She put the pussy for rental
And a price on the dental
But if she knew her potential
That girl could be monumental
But can you blame her?
Damn, can you blame her?
All for her daughter she sells her prized possession to a stranger
Until the night he raped her
Followed her home
Pistol in her purse
Holdin' her own
Still haunted by the scent of his cologne
One in his dome, she call 911 and hung up the phone, shit
Will they believe me or you? You or me?
And cop a plea
Servin' twenty-five to life for twenty-three
And for somethin' she ain't tried to be
They found her fingerprints and they believe her story
Gone for homicidal robbery, damn

Just 'cause I'm gone doesn't mean that I don't love you, oh
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you, oh
And even though I'm goin' away
I'll be home one day
I'll be home one day
Know that I'll be home one day

Away
I'll be home one day
I'll be home, home one day
I'll be home
I'll be home one day
I'll be home
I'll be home one day

Just 'cause I'm gone doesn't mean that I don't love you
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you
And even though I'm goin' away
I'll be home one day
I'll be home one day
Know that I'll be home one day

Yo, ya already know man it's the big OG
Greezy motherfuckin' Money, bitch
Shoutin' out my nigga, real nigga fuckin' shit man
Shout out man, that nigga should be pumpin' up in here
In that motherfuckin' cell block and shit
These niggas ain't hear that shit
Go get that motherfuckin' body man
These niggas greezy motherfuckin' money, you dun know man
Here doin' this motherfuckin' pen' bid right now, man
Gave a nigga a motherfuckin' L
Plus a L, plus a L
Man, hundred motherfuckin' years on paper
A nigga ain't cryin' over that motherfuckin' job
I'll be home soon, man
We in this motherfucker up here, man
Who're the fuckin' fucks up here, man
My niggas already told me, man
The black carpet will be rolled out

Know that I'll be home one day

Yo what's goin' on this is Bub, a.k.a. Petey
Callin' from fuckin' Collins Bay, Gladiator School
Reppin' the way all day
Doin' twenty-five for a body
You feel me? You got me?
And I will be home one day
Holla

Know that I'll be home one day

Yo what up, it's your boy Big C a.k.a. CD
I'm callin' right now from Central Penitentiary, right now
I'm servin' a double life sentence for murder
You know wha' mean?
True story, they snatched me from my bed when I was nineteen
I'm fuckin' twenty-nine years old right now, man
Ten years in this motherfuckin' dog for a murder I ain't commit
See what I'm sayin'? Real talk, this is real nigga shit
Dog don't say, niggas you don't understand this shit I'm going through
That's real nigga shit
'Member that time you came to the trial to support me?
That motherfucker threw me in the ball pen, son
These fuckin' pigs, man, told me to never come back bro
You know wha' mean?
That's true talk, that's real story, how we do it
You know wha' mean?
They been hatin' on us dog, but I'll be home soon dog
One love

Know that I'll be home one day

I'm in the pen' servin' a life sentence
For a murder I didn't commit, man
I already did twelve years strong, man
You know wha' mean?
Before this pen' shit, I been in the streets
Been doin' this, long time on the road
Southside G-Way, what up?
So let's go make this money so we can take the hood from the streets
The whole thug streets
Just remember what they say dog
To whom much is given much is expected
To my baby girl, daddy will be home soon one day

Just 'cause I'm gone doesn't mean that I don't love you
And through this window I just wish that I could touch you
And even though I'm goin' away
I'll be home one day
I'll be home one day
Know that I'll be home one day

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Jermaine Thompson, Raynford Humphrey