Caskey - Hometown Blues lyrics

(Beats by Choc)
Another year, look at me, yeah
I'm still here
This place hard to escape from
Hometown blues, you know how it feel, yeah
There ain't a path, you gotta make one
I can't seem to find my way out this time
Keep on lookin' at the sky for a big sign
God never talk to me through the windchimes
But the devil hold these idle hands

Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
I can't seem to find my way out this time
Keep on lookin' at the sky for a big sign
God never talk to me through the windchimes
But the devil hold these idle hands

Yeah, your hometown is a blessin'
But also it hold the essence
Of everything that's familiar
Could reel ya into suppression
Especially when nobody growin'
It's a recession and the people you know
Prob'ly personifyin' depression
I know some homies who had passed thirty
Never left their town
They stationary like they shackled down
Some others settled down to bein' parents
And gave up on they own dreams
'cause they couldn't share it
I had to chase mine, I picture paint
Francis Bacon
Dreams that I couldn't waste time
I had to take on you led me to my future
I could be as big as Akon
That's why I make 'em feel some type
Of way when I could make rhymes
They didn't think it was possible
All they saw were the obstacles
All I saw was potential
Penetrated the plausible
I looked around for men and
None of them was responsible
So I became the man and
Then did the impossible
I wrote this for the kids
In Winter Springs and Sanford
Growin' up where they sling and
Losin' someone to cancer
Locked up inside the house, desperate
Searchin' for answers
Y'all too stuck on bein'
Gangster and gettin' pussy
And money that you don't see it
'cause it's too convenient
You discover the language you speak
You could be a genius
You realize all the places you'd reach
You ain't gon' believe it
But you stayed too long in this place
And you'll prob'ly never leave it

Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
Feelin' stuck and lookin' for a way out
I can't seem to find my way out this time
Keep on lookin' at the sky for a big sign
God never talk to me through the windchimes
But the devil hold these idle hands