Visions of home, the streets that I roamed it's been a while
Raised me like the father I ain't never had, I'm still your child
And though I've grown in ways that you never known
I ventured into the world, I moved out all on my own
I'm doing this all for you, I hate to leave you alone
See sh*t you wouldn't believe, I write 'em down in these poems
And put 'em out for the world, I know you listening too
Heard you saying sh*t about me, I hope the sh*t isn't true
Man look at this sh*t I came from, this narrow point of view
How you hating on a n*gga that wanted it more than you?
I ran through them spots with you and f*cked the same b*tches too
And just because I rocked with you I scrapped with them n*ggas too
Came back for them n*ggas too, ain't no trappin' n*gga it's true
Yet they play me on repeat cause I rap for them n*ggas too
They see I started with nothing but passion and then I blew
To the Roc, damn the top's a spectacular f*cking view

Visions of home, visions of home
Visions of home, visions of home (Yeah)
Visions of home, this is my zone

This is my joy, this is my pain, this is my song
This is for my cousin Ricky, damn n*ggas it's been too long
Hate that my n*gga Smitty slangin' but to each his own
Gotta feed yo'self, smoke a little weed just to ease yo'self
F*ck the whole world I don't need your help
You're the reason why momma had those rocks
All my n*ggas never even had no pops
'Memba that, you remember that?
If you don't, double back
Momma found a much better crib on a safe street
But I'm still where the trouble at
Where the trouble at?
That's cause my folks there
What it look like if I don't go there
I'm dead wrong, it's been way too long (long)
My folks there, what it look like if I don't go there?
I'm dead wrong, it's been way too long

Visions of home, visions of home
Visions of home n*gga, visions of home
I'm coming home, coming home
Yeah Cole World
You know what it is,