Official Audio for "I'm Coming Home" from Shaded Profit's upcoming mixtape, "Outsider."

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Produced by Layird
Written by Shaded Profit

© 2017 Shaded Profit

VERSE 1

Whether you're a soldier or sailor, they all shed their layers
In a trailer where the smell of sand can cut through the prayers
He made a ton of promises, never seemed to keep 'em
Was always sent away anytime his family needed him
Hurt him when he had to tell his son, "it's what freedom meant"
Now, after all these months, he's finally getting leave again
Wishes he could tell his son that he'll never leave
That a mother and child won't be left alone to grieve
That anytime he's out the wire, it's not hard to breathe
His sacrifice is more than a patch on a sleeve
And on the eve of the morning before he’s supposed to take a flight
He stares at the smile of his son over Skype
And tells him he'll be home soon, sirens fill the room
As rockets hit the base like snow in early June
Surrounded by the darkness, love was all he felt
With his eyes on the target, he thinks to himself

CHORUS

Feels like I haven't been around in so long
But when I see your window light, I know I'm home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you

With an app, we connect in any place
It doesn’t feel the same if I don't see your face
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you

VERSE 2

The wheels touch the runway, Captain says it's Monday
He finally comes unstuck and starts going one way
Some say it's luck if the world is how you left it
If it’s suspended like a pearl, a life lesson is unattended
Though he's clearheaded, fretted about everything he missed
From his wife's kiss to summertime trips with his kids
In the midst of a long haul, he wanted all little things
Monday night football with a beer and some chicken wings
While he shouted at the Falcons. No one was even listening
He's tired of eating from pouches under a desert sun glistening
He's still envisioning going back to what he knew
When he looks up and sees the worn faces of a few
Those who tucked rifles in boots, impacts them too
When the platoon loses a dad whose girl had just turned two
As he steps off the flight, he thanks God for the privilege
To be able to enjoy the life that others couldn't finish

CHORUS

Feels like I haven't been around in so long
But when I see your window light, I know I'm home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you

With an app, we connect in any place
It doesn’t feel the same if I don't see your face
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you

VERSE 3

Home felt like a jungle after he was living out a duffle/
He returned but never learned to turn the rivers into puddles/
Now he struggles to separate the safe from the threats/
He drives to the left cause trash by the road can make him sweat/
He can’t forget. At night, his screams, they’re loud/
And his heart starts to pound when he’s standing in a crowd/
But he found his strength when he finally asked for help/
Cause he can’t really be at home until he first finds himself/

CHORUS

Feels like I haven't been around in so long
But when I see your window light, I know I'm home
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you

With an app, we connect in any place
It doesn’t feel the same if I don't see your face
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
I'm coming home to you