I strapped a sack upon my back

In search of where the greener grass is at

A destination, a new location, an exploration

On my own I could be a lone ranger

Oblivious to the danger

A fascination, a deviation, a dream vacation

I’m comin’ back now and it’s been such a long time

Such a long time, I ran away like a fool

It’s good to be back now, been gone such a long time

Such a long time, I wanna stay here with You

Down and out when my journey went awry

Doing everything I could to scrape by

A complication, my desperation, a realization

I know You care, You were there, I picked up the phone

Your love was calling me home

An invitation, my salvation, a celebration

I don’t know why I went away now

But I believe I’m here to stay now

And I can only say that You have shown the way

And I’ll be home one day

So put me on the track, I’ll take the train back

Wiggity, wiggity, whack

The prodigal son went whack

After packin’ up his bags and his pockets full of cash

He said, “Yo, Pops, I need the inheritance just multiply by half”

Andso he gathered up his things, and then he set across the land

Well he screwed up, and used up, and boozed up

Made a fool of himself, and now he’s beggin’ for some help

He’s beggin’ please, on his knees

Scrapin’ the stalls, eatin’ the feed

Well the 411 on the son says the son’s comin’

He’s comin’ back

Well I can testify, with the tears in his eyes

The father welcomed back his son with his arms open wide

Put a ring on his finger and a robe on his back

He strapped some sandals to his feet and killed the fatted calf

He said, “We’re gonna celebrate with this big ‘ol feast”

Check it, verse 23, ya know, Luke 15

“So call that phunkee DJ with the microphone

We’re gonna party all night ‘cause my son’s come home”