Bonafied:   was put in the mix 'bout '86 and ever since I ran from  His plan to further mans understanding through  expansion of minds, heart, body, and soul controlled  by the deity of three formed as one  The son of prodigy me Bonafied the MC straight from  the Tenna the center fo my location of operations for  missions completions  Franklin my mental releases dime piece still  Nashville, Knob Hill, where I chill on the real  hittin' home...    Coffee:  Ponder the thoughts all the money spent on useless  things I bought  Afro wigs and Courtney Cox dolls  Framed pictures of Richard Moll Robbins sons  Like Holly, so thick you could drive a trolley through  my folly  Pardon me like Dolly in two halves same as the Red Sea  I glimpse the open hands instead of reprimand that fed  me  Said we can journey to places far off, thinkin' to  myself, " first I need to drop my car off."    Chorus:   I'm comin' home Daddy  Make sure you keep the gate open    I'm loosened from all the worldly pleasure Daddy    I'm comin home Daddy  Meet me outside greet me with your    arms extended Daddy  I'm comin home.    Coffee:  Take and EPT so phat hope I ain't pregnant  To this nasty world that would be more entertaining  than Cedric  And I would be Dug-less like Fredric by all my peers  Purchase maternity gear at Sears  Succumb to all their jeers and their taunts  Shedding tears for all my wants and desires  Pray to God I'm absent when the world erupts with fire  Kevin Costner dances with flames with a dousing  Richard Pryor  Revelation called it everything is scalded...    Bonafied:   Kickin' up dust who could I trust  Rush like Paula Abdul cruel  This world served me sadness for acting the fool  My mind was a tool used for worldly occupation  Sleepless nights spent with my knees bent  Conversations with the upper case requesting strength  when opposition moved in with plans of ambush and  attack  At my weakest moments wishin' my life could be back  Under His will been left the thrill searchin' for the  path to the gate of my crib where my Daddy live...    Chorus    Coffee:  The smell of seals, a bird, and a monkey, mixed with  the stench of junkies best describes my kind of funky  Spunky spastic, your life can't be recycled so why you  livin' plastic  Your insides are all dirty, why does your outside  looks fantastic  Devil couldn't wait to get his hands on you  Conformed you, turned your gold to Ormolu, now shame  on you  Made a dame of you  You say, "Whatever" well the same to you  Splittin' like an atom, I got things to do.    Bonafied:   Do who, you me too?  My desires expired  Dismiss my riches stay in Heavenly clenched fists  Swiss account-type interest  No man's hands can touch  Uncorrupted with the pureness of innocence and such  Mind sets not in agreance with all of my peeps  Absence of scams for yams numbered in heaps knee deep  They cram to understand the faith of this man  Until then when comprehension of sin-free lifestyle lu  child  I'm headed home where I know it's gonna' be easier  pleasin' ya' Daddy  I'm headed home...    Chorus    these lyrics are submitted by Grits