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(Hook)
Tryna make it home, tryna make it home, yeah (tryna make it)
Head full of ghosts, heart heavy like a stone, yeah (hold me close)
Mama on my line, lil’ bro still waitin’ on the throne, yeah
Pray to God I see the porch light — tryna make it home.
(Verse 1)
Night fog, windshield steady steppin’ through my past,
block cold, memories hang heavy on the glass.
Used to run them corners, now I’m countin’ every mile,
every red light feel like a test of will and style.
Ops lurk, they whisper names like they own the block,
but I’m callin’ on the bigger one, steady talkin’ to the top.
Baby mamas cryin’, she want promises and peace,
I give her all I got — heartbeat, hustle, late-night streets.
Wallet lookin’ thin but my hope thick as brass,
I move with caution now, every handshake got a mask.
Seen too many funerals, seen too much betrayal,
so I cling to holy pages like a life-saving sail.
(Pre-Hook)
Prayers in the cup holder, rosary on dash,
I whisper every name, try to outrun the past.
If the city wanna test me, I gotta stay composed,
I’m just tryna make it back where the love grows.
(Hook)
Tryna make it home, tryna make it home, yeah (tryna make it)
Head full of ghosts, heart heavy like a stone, yeah (hold me close)
Mama on my line, lil’ bro still waitin’ on the throne, yeah
Pray to God I see the porch light — tryna make it home.
(Verse 2)
Green lights lead me closer but the lines still cross,
every smile got a cost, every friend could be a loss.
I remember cold winters, blankets thin, no heat,
now it’s designer jackets but the nights still bite my feet.
Trust is scarce — I learned that with a couple cuts,
loyalty is currency, I pay it in my guts.
Phones buzz, they want a piece of what I’m chasin’,
I tell ‘em I’m busy prayin’ for tomorrow’s raisin.
Shorty wanna ride but she scared of my enemies,
I tell her love is armor, but the world got many keys.
I’m tryin’ to build a lane where my kids can run free,
no dark corners where the sirens sing to me.
If I get there safe, I’ll kiss my mama’s cheek,
say “we made it through the cold, now we livin’ not just speech.”
(Bridge — melodic)
Streetlights fade but her porch glow never die,
I see her silhouette in the window when I drive by.
Hold on, hold on — breathe slow, count to ten,
prayers like road maps lead me back again.
(Pre-Hook)
Told my brother keep his head down when the shots ring,
told my cousin stack the lessons not the bling.
We fold our fears inside the Bible and a stone,
we just tryna push this paper so we can build a home.
(Hook — layered)
Tryna make it home, tryna make it home, yeah (tryna make it)
Head full of ghosts, heart heavy like a stone, yeah (hold me close)
Mama on my line, lil’ bro still waitin’ on the throne, yeah
Pray to God I see the porch light — tryna make it home.
(Outro — soft, urgent)
Lord keep my steps, Lord keep my soul intact,never let me lack.
Porque music
See you when I see you
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Details
GeneratedDec 24, 2025
Duration3:32
LanguageEnglish
Style
high-level traits: melodic, street-hardened, emotional, and reflective, male
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