Humble Abode

Age 6 or 7, had a Smith & Wesson With an orange cap on the barrel, teaching bad guys lessons See it on my dresser next to the Bart Simpson tape Cassette deck behind it, man I'm living great. Look out the window, feel the breeze blow Apartment parking and our old rusty car below Power ranger dolls and power ranger sheets Are on this bed I lay where I pray for peace Open up the door to my humble abode Take a look around, you are in my zone This is where I go to unpack a heavy load And look out the window, let my thoughts overflow In my Humble abode, my humble abode In my humble abode, my humble abode Age 8 or 9 felt like a Frankenstein Creating monsters through this artwork in this brain of mine Dream Team, The Rock, a Corvette, and there was Sting Posters on my wall above my action figure wrestling ring Sun shining through onto my ugly brown carpet Looking out I can see my bb gun targets Country breeze blowing, smelling the fresh cut grass Not knowing it wouldn't last, the country life would pass Open up the door to my humble abode Take a look around, you are in my zone This is where I go to unpack a heavy load And look out the window, let my thoughts overflow In my Humble abode, my humble abode In my humble abode, my humble abode Around age 12, them video games felt Like they were my life, my days and nights, slowly felt my brain melt Into a puddle of liquid human muscle From lack of sleep, that had to be my only human struggle Ps1 and N64 Games on my dresser with the half open drawers Looking out the window, birds on the power lines Constant sirens in the city hitting like a sour wine Open up the door to my humble abode Take a look around, you are in my zone This is where I go to unpack a heavy load And look out the window, let my thoughts overflow In my Humble abode, my humble abode In my humble abode, my humble abode As I look around in this living room I sit See my little girls toys and the artwork that she gives Reminds me of myself, a little creative kid And it's all she has to give so she makes it into a gift Look out the window I see me and my wife's cars We've got a little house, but home is in the heart When temperatures rise we find a way to cool out The inner summertime kid never dies, he's only been cooled down Open up the door to my humble abode Take a look around, you are in my zone This is where I go to unpack a heavy load And look out the window, let my thoughts overflow In my Humble abode, my humble abode In my humble abode, my humble abode