Come Home I have been to many faraway places I have seen many different faces Now, I see a whole lot of good In this, the old neighborhood Where is this old neighborhood? A place from which society expects no good Where everyone is expected to fail But despite it all they thrive and prevail Its such a joy, makes you feel real good To live here in the old neighborhood For you hear boisterous and jovial laughter Mixed with loud down-home banter The playground is asphalt or concrete And the parks have not one decent seat But children play, and life is still good Day after day right here in the hood As a child of the hoods mean street Growing up was tough, no easy feat And no matter how far you may roam Remember the hood is forever home There are still no willows or shady trees The summer is funky hot, no cool breeze The guys and gals still dress in them fine clothes Guys with earrings, gals with rings on their toes Sorry that life troubles are keeping you down And that happy smile is turning to a frown God bless, dont hesitate, no need to phone Th e hood will always welcome you; come home See page 15
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