Hustle to Home

Yeah, my mind runs wild,

a thousand gears a minute.

But I look at my boy,

and I know why I'm in it.

Used to chase the paper on the corner late at night

Quick to make a move,

always looking for a fight But my focus was fractured,

thoughts bouncing in the dark Now I'm teaching my twelve-year-old how to

throw a ball in the park Got a mind that spins like

a runaway train But my queen stands by me,

washing away the pain

I traded the streets for school runs and bedtime stories

No more looking back at those hollow,

heavy glories

(oh yeah)

I used to hustle hard just to make a name

Now I'm home with my family,

stepping out the game

My boy is growing tall,

my wife is my saving grace

Even when my thoughts race,

this is my peaceful place

(my peaceful place)

Twelve years of watching him grow up so fast Reminds me every

day that the hustle's in the past My brain's still jumping,

ten thoughts at a time But my wife holds the anchor,

keeping me in line From a wild young shadow to a proud

family man

Doing everything I can.

I used to hustle hard just to make a name

Now I'm home with my family,

stepping out the game

My boy is growing tall,

my wife is my saving grace Even when my thoughts race,

this is my peaceful place

(yeah, right here)

No more streets, just backyard lights.

My son, my wife,

my quiet nights.

My mind still races,

but I'm finally home. (mmmmm)