K-Oddic - Humble Abode Lyrics

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