Homecoming
Caleborate Lyrics
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And I’ve outlived my prime
Well if a star’s born every day
I deserve to shine
Yeah
Cuz you don’t walk like me
You don’t talk like me
More than enemies today
Today
Someone take me away
Take me back where I belong
Take me where I wanna be
Oh I’m coming home
Someone take me away
Take me back where I belong
Take me where I wanna be
I’m coming home
These people think that they get it
They fool the youth and they laugh at our pennies
Even if machines can walk, even if machines can talk
Do they understand what you’re feeling?
Do you you really understand what I’m living?
Taking lives, and you’re making a killing
We’re the young, and you owe us all the fun, owe us all the drugs
We’re just stuck in what you made, what you left for us
Someone take me away
Take me back where I belong
Take me where I wanna be
Oh I’m coming home
Someone take me away (Someone take me away)
Take me back where I belong (Take me where I belong)
Take me where I wanna be (Take me where I wanna be)
I’m coming home (I’m coming, I’m coming)
I’m coming home (I’m coming, I’m coming)
I’m coming home (I’m coming, I’m coming)
I’m coming home (I said I’m coming, I’m coming)
I’m coming home (I’m coming, I’m coming)
Yeah
H-O-M-E
H-O-U-S-E
For the real OGs
That’s where I be
H-O-M-E
Kool like AD
Some things don’t change
So it’s still F the LAPD
(please)
You could never do it like that gymnastic
Do a double flip on the track like (please)
Y’all too wack, I’m sounding like a fact
Been herre, y’all was looking for the crack (boy please)
Coming like the train off the track
Outkast in the ‘Lac
I can really take back to home
H-O-M-E home
Looking for the place where the alien belong
Coming from the place where the niggaz trap hard
And the niggaz grip chrome
It’s a hood syndrome
Shout out to the little homies always getting picked on
Cuz he talk a little different wit’ a dark skin tone (ay please)
Let me tell you where you belong (where?)
Two feet strong on the White House lawn (what else?)
Two fists up wit’ a big crown on like (please)
Someone take me away
Take me back where I belong
Take me where I wanna be
Oh I’m coming home
Someone take me away (I’m coming, I’m coming)
Take me back where I belong (I said I’m coming, I’m coming)
Take me where I wanna be (I said I’m coming, I’m coming)
I’m coming home
In "Homecoming" by Caleborate, the artist reflects on his identity and struggles with feeling out of place in society. He starts by acknowledging that he is often seen as different or "old soul," as if he has surpassed his prime. Despite this, he believes that everyone deserves to shine and be recognized for their talents and uniqueness.
The artist then addresses the disconnect between himself and others who don't understand or relate to him. He emphasizes that just because someone walks or talks differently doesn't mean they can't find common ground or be more than enemies. He yearns for someone to take him away from this environment and bring him back to where he truly belongs. The idea of "home" represents a place where he can fully express himself and fulfill his aspirations.
Caleborate critiques the mainstream culture, suggesting that it deceives and underestimates the youth, laughing at their modest means. He questions if those in power, symbolized by machines, truly understand the struggles and emotions of young individuals. He highlights the irony of the younger generation being responsible for making a living for others while being denied the fun and freedom they deserve.
He continues to express his desire to be taken away from this oppressive environment and brought back to a place where he can be himself. The repetition of "I'm coming home" reflects his determination to find his true place and escape the confines of the world he's been left with.
In the last verse, Caleborate celebrates his roots and authenticity. He mentions his hometown and pays homage to the original gangsters (OGs) who paved the way for him. In contrast to the negative portrayal of the LAPD, he asserts that his love for his hometown remains unchanged. He asserts his uniqueness and skills as he confidently declares he can do things that others only dream of, using gymnastics and track metaphors. He reminisces about home as a place where he can belong and where his individuality is embraced.
Overall, "Homecoming" is a reflection on the artist's struggle to find his place in a world that often misunderstands and undermines him, as well as a celebration of his roots and personal growth. It explores themes of identity, authenticity, and the longing for a place where one can truly be themselves.
Line by Line Meaning
They say I’m an old soul
People perceive me as wise beyond my years
And I’ve outlived my prime
Some believe that I have already surpassed my best days
Well if a star’s born every day
If new talent emerges constantly
I deserve to shine
Then I should also be given the opportunity to succeed and be recognized
Yeah
Expression of agreement or affirmation
Cuz you don’t walk like me
Because you have a different way of moving or behaving
You don’t talk like me
You don't speak in the same manner as I do
Don’t mean we can’t be
However, it doesn't imply that we cannot have a connection or relationship
More than enemies today
We have the potential to be more than adversaries in the present moment
Today
The emphasis on the current day or time
Someone take me away
Please, escort me to a different place or situation
Take me back where I belong
Return me to the place where I feel I truly fit or am meant to be
Take me where I wanna be
Bring me to the destination that aligns with my desires
Oh I’m coming home
I am in the process of returning to my true home or origin
These people think that they get it
These individuals believe they understand the situation or concept
They fool the youth and they laugh at our pennies
They deceive young people and mock the little money they possess
Even if machines can walk, even if machines can talk
Even if technology advances to the point where machines exhibit human-like abilities
Do they understand what you’re feeling?
Do they truly comprehend the emotions you experience?
Do you really understand what I’m living?
Do you genuinely grasp the reality of my existence?
Taking lives, and you’re making a killing
You are causing harm and profiting from it
We’re the young, and you owe us all the fun, owe us all the drugs
As the youth, we believe the older generation is responsible for providing us with enjoyment and substances
We’re just stuck in what you made, what you left for us
We are trapped in the world and circumstances that the older generation created and left behind for us
H-O-M-E
Spelling out the word 'home'
H-O-U-S-E
Spelling out the word 'house'
For the real OGs
For the true original gangsters or original individuals
That’s where I be
That is where I am located or exist
Kool like AD
Cool in the same way as AD (referring to a person)
Some things don’t change
Certain aspects or elements remain constant
So it’s still F the LAPD
Therefore, there is still animosity towards the Los Angeles Police Department
You could never do it like that gymnastic
You are unable to perform a particular action with the same skill or finesse as a gymnast
Do a double flip on the track like (please)
Successfully execute a complex maneuver on a musical track
Y’all too wack, I’m sounding like a fact
You all lack talent, while I sound indisputably genuine
Been herre, y’all was looking for the crack (boy please)
I have been present and established while others were searching for illegal substances (employing a dismissive tone)
Coming like the train off the track
Approaching forcefully or chaotically like a train derailing from the tracks
Outkast in the ‘Lac
Similar to the musical duo Outkast while driving in a Cadillac
I can really take back to home
I can transport myself mentally or emotionally to my true home
Looking for the place where the alien belong
Searching for the location where individuals who feel different or out of place can find acceptance
Coming from the place where the niggaz trap hard
Originating from the area where people engage in intense illegal activities, particularly drug dealing
And the niggaz grip chrome
And these individuals possess firearms
It’s a hood syndrome
It is a characteristic or condition prevalent in the neighborhood
Shout out to the little homies always getting picked on
Acknowledging and expressing support for younger individuals who face constant harassment or bullying
Cuz he talk a little different wit’ a dark skin tone (ay please)
Because he speaks differently and has a darker complexion
Let me tell you where you belong (where?)
Allow me to inform you of your rightful place or position
Two feet strong on the White House lawn (what else?)
Asserting the need to stand firmly and with conviction on the White House lawn
Two fists up wit’ a big crown on like (please)
Raising both fists and wearing a significant crown in a defiant manner
I’m coming home
I am returning to my true home
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: BENJAMIN FALIK, CALEB PARKER, DAVID IDRISOV, IAN MCKEE, JARED LEE, MICHAEL FRANCK, MONDAY JUNIOR, TOBIE SPELEMAN, WILLEM ARDUI
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