187 Miles To Go

Ready to be home
tired of bein alone
don't think we freinds just cuz yo numba is in my fone
In two weeks I'll be relaxin but for now I'm jus thinkin,damn,187 miles to go.

In the ghetto the number 187 means death.
But to me thats how many mile til I get home.
That warm embrace,my mothers smiling face.
Yes.187 miles to go

Warm cooked meals is what i yearn for.
Yet the cafe's burned burgers is what I smell more.
GOT DAMN I CAN"T WAIT.
187 Miles to go.

My jokes can only hide the truth,
I'm waiting on myself to step inside the booth.
As I reveal the logo of the "S" on my chest.
I yell FUCK SAy town cuz Houston's the best.
187 Miles to go

I experienced near death as I slept at the wheel.
But I wasn't ready to die cuz me and god had a deal.
In a week or two me and mahogany goin to da H.
To see family that I love,man ya boi can't wait.
At this time I would kill to be home,hate to die alone.
So I ask God "when I die can you make sure I'm at home?"
187 Miles to Go