I’m a writer and a lover I’m a Midwest music man And I’ve been to a lot of places But I’m gon’ end where I began I took class in Carolina Got high smoking joints And now they know my name in Paris But I’ll be buried in Detroit Next to my father, and my father’s father too I used to live in New York City But, baby, that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city But I’ll be buried in Detroit I don’t claim to be a prophet, I just speak my mind I try to tell it like it is and sometimes God makes it rhyme I like my songs how I like my women Honest and to the point You see I got fucked up in Stockholm But I’ll be buried in Detroit Next to my father, and my father’s father too I used to live in New York City But, baby, that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city But I’ll be buried in Detroit Man, I always kept it righteous knowing it would come back to me Even when my hunger was outweighing the strategy And I'd pray to God like I hope you a map for me Up at 5 am like nobody want it as bad as me I guess hunger either kill you or it energize you Motor city, boy, I been a driver The young Detroit legend, I swear I got the city inspired And bought ? just to solidify it D-boy, d-boy, that's how I was raised Boss up and put the city on, forever my ways Me and ma started charity to give the kids clarity And take it further than the foundation we laid Thanksgiving Day parade, I got carried through the city And after that, I hope I get married in the city And after that, I hope I get buried in the city Even when I'm gone, you still gon' hear me through the city Buried in Detroit Whoa ho, whoa ho Buried in Detroit Whoa ho, whoa ho Buried in Detroit