California

I remember a time back in 75 when my biggest older brothers and some others stole my first bottle of wine, when the only biggest problem was a cut on my hand a busted stickball bat and some shattered glass or caught smokin grass I used to walk through the park smokin dust in the dark J.C., Chris and me soon to end quickly. Chris broke a bat over his dad's head from a wheel chair straight to the pen. J.C. launched his girl off a roof thought she could fly till She hit the stoop. I kept smokin my friend and way out of crime curious as the cats killin nursery rhyme

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Home Sweet Home California That's Where I find myself Home Where the sky's are so blue Home Sweet Home California That's Where I find myself Home Lord I'm comin Home to you

I used to cry inside and wonder why I was sleepin on the street's of Bedford Stye, Life was to fly across my eyes, fat cat's feastin I'm starvin on the inside, Skitchen on the bus across the snow taken me home to where I once roamed, Dad was in the kitchen He was cookin bacon, Oprah's on the tv I'm sweatin and shakin Packed my bags headed West walked out the doors of LAX what I found was to set me free When I couldn't walk you were carryin me

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