Back Home (The Return)

I'm hollerin' at your feminine side, is it or isn't it genuine?
 Let women decide, for men will ever judge from within this
 Minute in time, and the standard I'm held to is
 From another planet, I landed here when mine fell through
 Alienated by no paleontological ties
 But never is this kid discredited by the honorable
 All rise, son – the sun presides, the abominable
 Find it comical I call my shine beyond nominal, uh
 My handle fine-tuned to channel 19
 Address my living letter is better left unsigned
 Though punctual, no wonder you're some kind of comfortable
 Stomach full of lunch-line chuck and junk food
 Empty calories will soon catch up, comments are
 Covered in condiments, son it must have been my fat gene's dominant
 Common represents the conjugate that heaven sent to compliment
 The veteran's accomplishment, the conscious honor it, but
 Whispers of them do us like we're disingenuous, like
 You only rock it for the paper that's thrown
 As if this is an end to my condition of indigence
 Nah, we holdin' stock in something sacred as stone
 So when victims of insolence rise above the influence
 I open the flock to those who made it alone
 It's the mission of men who just write despite ignorance
 Yo, with swollen pockets we gon' take it back home
 SCRATCH HOOK:
 This goes out to all my people in the city (repeated)
 Where we don't get caught up in between with the nonsense
 This goes out to all my people in the city (repeated)
 Never worryin' about grief
 Define your residence, if these 4 walls simply shelter you from elements
 I recommend you get out more
 Off base you face a down pour, catch a taste of what the
 Town's renowned for, these spates will drown y'all
 Slick and precipitous, I'm bloodied up, to the
 City of Brotherly Love, 206 is the antithesis
 My tolerance is type ridiculous, though I
 Continuously seek forgiveness for the shit I wished upon you
 A disservice to mom dukes – she raised me better
 For her baby, set a greater precedent to gage and measure success
 And I know she will never love me no less
 But you sycophants are sick, ugly and grotesque
 I'm amongst the monstrous who breathe fire out the nostrils
 Akin to conquerors you read about in the gospels
 Inhospitable are the Pontius, Pilate the prefect
 These Sea-dwellin' fellas aint accepted me yet
 So I stay on my biz and if he play the periphery he
 Control the block around the space them cats own
 I see this state of misery as the greatest gift to me, yo
 My golden op will be escapin' that drone
 See I'm a late epiphany, uh, away from mendicancy
 I told 'em stop it, son – don't wait for that loan
 I heard they say it's trickery, but we're makin' history
 Yo, with swollen pockets we gon' take it back home
 SCRATCH HOOK:
 This goes out to all my people in the city (repeated)
 Where we don't get caught up in between with the nonsense
 This goes out to all my people in the city (repeated)
 Never worryin' about grief