Come Home
Phanatik Lyrics

A father sits on his porch reminiscing
A father is sitting on his porch, thinking back and remembering

About a time when him and his son weren't so distant
About a time when he and his son had a closer relationship

And how he misses him
And how he deeply longs for his son

And how if he could just see him again he would run and hug him and kiss him
And how he would eagerly embrace and show affection to his son if he could see him again

Miles away a son is thinking the same thing
Miles away, the son is also pondering the same thoughts

Until his man hollers and interrupts his day dream
Until his friend shouts and interrupts his daydream

Back to work, but his back it hurts
He goes back to work, even though his back is in pain

He's been thinking lately about going back to church
Lately, he has been contemplating returning to church

Cuz that would kind of remind him of his roots
Because it would bring back memories of his upbringing

Of a time when he wasn't grinding shining others boots
Of a time when he wasn't working hard to impress others

But that's the best he can do now
But currently, that is the most he can do

He's too proud to stay at the group home
He is too prideful to stay at the group home

Was on his own since he was juvenile
He has been on his own since he was young

So he sleeps on the streets, using concrete for sheets
So he sleeps on the streets, using the hard pavement as his makeshift bed

And he eats when he eats, and it's so cold
And he eats whenever he can, but it is often cold and uncomfortable

He looks so old but he's young
Despite his young age, he appears weathered and aged

He hung in the bars all types of scars
He frequents bars, bearing various emotional and physical scars

Life beat him down it was no holds barred
Life has relentlessly beaten him, showing no mercy

It's been six years-twenty days
It has been six years and twenty days

Since he's been gone but how did he get here anyway?
Since he left, but he questions how he ended up in this situation

This wasn't how it was supposed to be
This is not how he envisioned his life to be

Think back to the day before he chose to leave
He reflects on the day before he made the decision to leave

When he stepped to his dad and he asked for the cash
When he approached his dad and requested money

That he would receive after his dad passed
That he would inherit after his dad's death

So that's what he gave him
So, his father gave him the requested money

The father was bothered by the request but after a while he caved in
The father was initially bothered by the request, but eventually gave in

Said 'all of the wealth that I've earned
The father said, 'All of the wealth that I have acquired

And saved up must pay for the lessons my son must learn
And saved, will be used to teach my son important lessons

And I pray that he learns when this is done
And I hope that he will learn from this experience

This is my one wish for my youngest son'
This is my one wish for my youngest son

How long, how long will the prodigal roam
For how long will the prodigal son wander

How long, how long before he comes home
For how long until he returns home

How long, how long will he chase harm
For how long will he pursue destructive paths

And keep running away from the father's arms
And continue avoiding the love and embrace of his father

Young, come home
Young one, come home

Son, come home
Son, come home

Run, come home
Run and come home

Daughter, come home
Daughter, come home

You ought to, come home
You should, come home

Run, come home
Run and come home

Run, come home
Run and come home

The saga continues
The story continues

The father gave into the son the son left with his friends who
The father gave in to his son's request, and the son left with his friends

Really had no cash of their own
Who actually had no money of their own

Just running the same track wanting too fast to be grown
Just following the same path, eager to grow up too quickly

They figured with these figures in our pockets
They believed that with the money they had

We can invest these digits and get even richer than your pop is
They could invest and become even wealthier than the father

Find ourselves a nice good hustle
They planned to find a profitable endeavor

Buy some protection, find some hood muscle
Purchase some protection and find allies in the neighborhood

As soon as we get to another city
Once they arrive in another city

We can put this money to work for ourselves and get busy
They can use the money to start their own businesses and become busy

Buying houses, fixing them up and flipping them
Purchasing houses, renovating them, and selling them for profit

I can just picture getting the dividends rolling in like Michelins
They imagine receiving large profits like the rolling tires of Michelin vehicles

From the time they arrived on the scene
Since they entered the business

They thrived with his father's business sense in his genes
They succeeded with the business acumen inherited from his father

Of the three he proved to be the smartest
Out of the three friends, he demonstrated the most intelligence

Buy targeted the hottest commodities on the market
He strategically invested in the most popular commodities

They went from knowing and going to the parties
They went from attending parties

To being the ones with the dough throwing all the parties
To becoming the ones who hosted parties with plenty of money

Made money money made money money money
They made a lot of money

And wanted to date honeys so he paid money money
And desired to date attractive women, so he spent his money

He was killing it, stocking up his chips
He was highly successful and accumulating wealth

Til the economy switched, stock market flipped
Until the economy changed and the stock market crashed

At first his properties flying, today nothing's popping
Initially, his real estate properties were thriving, but now there is no activity

Stocks dropping, nobodies buying
Stocks are falling, and no one is making purchases

He's over extended in his credit
He has taken on too much debt

Selling his cars and cribs to try to pay his dept with
He is selling his cars and homes in an attempt to repay his debts

He's left with nada
He is left with nothing

Friends gone, females bon-voyaged and no one will bother
His friends have left, and the women he surrounded himself with have also departed

Is this what chasing pleasure and wealth does
Is this the outcome of pursuing pleasure and wealth

Leaves you out freezing with no help and shelter?
Leaving you stuck in the cold, without assistance or shelter

It's helter skelter in his dome
His mind is in chaos

He spends all his time wondering why he left home
He spends his time contemplating why he chose to leave home

Does this sound familiar
Does this situation sound familiar to you

I'm sure it's similar the symbolism is bound to kill ya
I'm certain it's comparable, and the symbolism is likely to impact you

Who else do we know
Who else can we think of

That would leave the safety of a loving Father wandering trying to go
That would depart from the secure love of their Father and venture into the unknown

To a distant place, and dis His grace
To a far-off location, and reject His grace

Just to waste His mercy making big mistakes
Merely to squander the mercy He has shown by making significant errors

Then when all is lost and the bridges are burned
Then when everything seems hopeless and relationships are damaged beyond repair

And they realize there's nowhere else that they can turn
And they come to the realization that they have nowhere else to go

They turn to the steeple and return to the sheepfold
They turn to the church and return to the community of believers

Isn't that just like God's people?
Isn't that similar to how God's people behave

In every era of time
Throughout history

God's people made the error of severing the ties
God's people have repeatedly made the mistake of cutting off their connection

With the Father and His love
With God the Father and His unconditional love

Aren't you glad He treats us like the father of the prodigal does
Aren't you grateful that He treats us like the father in the prodigal son story

When the son finally came to his senses
When the son finally realized the truth

He realized it was better inside his father fences
He recognized that being within his father's boundaries was better

Said I wonder if I would returned there
He thought about whether he would be welcomed back

Would I be able to last under the burn of His holy stare
Would he be able to endure the intensity of his father's gaze

But wasn't aware that the same eyes that hate sin
But he wasn't aware that the same eyes that despise sin

Had been watching the road and waitin to for him to return again
Had been keeping an eye on the road, eagerly waiting for his return