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Paula Boggs Band
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Paula Elaine Boggs
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It's 6 am again, I get up for a run
Through urban environs street life's barely begun
No one's hanging out on corners or boozing on their porch
'Cept Uncle John with his moonshine and patent pendin' torch
I pass McKinley High School and Piney Branch Hill
Heading t'wards the people's Park
Powered by adrenaline
A runner scuttles by me
Now and then a bike or two
As I cross Devil's Footbridge
Beneath me smells of dew
Yes I was born here but that don't make it home
1-202 ain't local on my cellphone
It's not my home
I'm just a stranger passing through
It's not my home
Though I love how you do you
Maybe someday I'll return
Pay you back for all I learned
It's Ebony Revisited
But Lord it's not my home
My mama and her kinfolk came by colored-only bus
My daddy got here later, invited by a campus
Some call it Chocolate City; other's say it's woke
But just like John Sayles' "Brother" I don't always get the joke
You see my family left here when I was four years old
By seven my grandparents were resting under tombstones
Soon enough thereafter we moved to distant shores
It's sho' hard to know your birthplace from an alien port
Yes I was born here but that don't make it home
1-202 ain't local on my cellphone
It's not my home
I'm just a stranger passing through
It's not my home
Though I love how you do you
Maybe someday I'll return
Pay you back for all I learned
It's Ebony Revisited
But Lord it's not my home
It's not home
Home, home, home
Writer(s): Paula Elaine Boggs
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