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Home was released on June 3, 2026 by Marquette Street Records as a part of the album PUNCH-DRUNK

Song Details

AlbumPUNCH-DRUNK

Release DateJune 3, 2026

LabelMarquette Street Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM92

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Javeth Padilla

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Javeth Padilla

Songwriter

Maria Victoria Saavedra Castrillon

Maria Victoria Saavedra Castrillon

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Javeth Padilla

Producer

Lyrics

I was born North Carolina, Fayetteville, whats the deal?

Puerto Rican family, that's the build

Had love in my house but didn't feel

The same about myself, now let me tell

Everyone in my house spoke Spanish

I couldn't join in, so I would vanish

Didn't understand it, that began it

I hated myself being Hispanic, god dammit

They spoke around me but never to me

Conversations that could never ever be

How the fuck can I be in this family tree?

Myself in everyone, I couldn't see, oh me, oh my

Everything that was in, I just straight up denied

So I leaned towards what was outside

Black culture, that's what I would find

So I used it as my light, as my full on guide in life

First time I heard Outkast was in my dad's car

Felt like I witnessed a shooting star

Learned more from that than my blood, it was bizarre

But it shaped me, it is me, what I are

And most of my friends were black growing up

That's who I felt with the most trust

Talked how they talked, picked it all up

Never thought twice, it was all just, just...

Comfortable what I saw and heard everyday

Said the n-word too, it was just the way

All love, it was us, never never they

I felt accepted, I felt okay

I pushed away being Puerto Rican at home

Didn't feel like mine, I left it alone

Didn't try to learn it, so I never got shown

I moved interests like that wasn't my zone

Spanish turned into noise in the back

While me and my cousins tryna make it off of rap

Every time I was reminded what I lacked

I rebelled, I was against it, I need to attack

Don't talk me about no Spanish shit

I know what I am, I'm good with my fit

I'm good

Grandma died, it hit me hard

Whole family fell apart, it went dark

Nobody talking, just pain in the heart

Didn't know how to process or where to regard

Hold on

She was Puerto Rican with pride

Always spoke Spanish with pride

It was her, all of her, full pride

Always looked up to her 'cause she was always full pride

After she passed, I started to think

About what I missed, what was the link?

All of the distance started to sink

Felt like I lost more than I could seek

So where do I, where do—

Where do I go to understand

My history, it goes back to the motherland

Africans taken and forced on the island

And since then, integration, we still victims of the white man hands

Made me see it's really not so so simple at all

My identity, it don't fit in four walls

Different roots mixed in, how I stand tall

I never saw that when I was so so small

So I cut it out with the n-word

Only said it cause of my surroundings and what I heard

But it never served me, it only pushed hurt

Need to let it go so I can grow and learn

But I have to ask if it's love or if it's a mask?

If I meant it or if I just played the part bad?

If I was hiding and stuck in the past?

Or will I crash and burn and go out sad?

My light skin won't tell me where I belong

Where do I claim and if I pick wrong

Can I pick both and still sing my songs

Or do I have to choose one and feel like a fraud?

I don't have answers cause I'm still unsure

Wherever I go, I just want something more

Some kind of place that feels pure

Some kind of place that feels like

Home

Written by: Javeth Padilla, Maria Victoria Saavedra Castrillon

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