home.

that warm breeze
the sticky humidity
oak trees blowing in the wind
these are the things about summer at home that i somehow seem to miss.

walking down monroe avenue seeing those all too familiar faces
stumbling about blowing smoke out from their lips,
it seems as if nothing has changed yet this is what makes it all so
comfortable to me.

my girlfriends faces smiling at me
giving me that sense of almost zen,
for they know me more than most,
we will for sure let the fun begin.

i'll never know if i'll return for good
or where my soul truly belongs but i will always know one thing,
ROC CITY is my HOME.