A while back, I went home, seen my momma in Georgia. Stayed a week, visitin’ my brothers an’ sisters an’ seein’ their kids. Been a long time since I seen the fam’ly. Too long a time. I been livin’ a diff’rent life, an’ it made me diff’rent. Made me so I didn’t fit in. Wasn’t one of ‘em no mo’. Bein’ home made me do some thinkin’. It was home; same house, same piece a groun’ I was born on, an’ same momma I was born to. But it ain’t home to me no mo’. I don’t b’long there.  If home is where you feel ilke you b’long, then I s’pose the jungle’s my home. It ain’t the kind of home where you could say there’s a house built on it or somethin’ like that. It’s jus’ a place, a place where you feel right about bein’.

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