Yeah
I'm on my way home
They say, Home is where the hate is
My dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
(I'm on my way home)
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grasping grasp less jungles
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
We wear struggling chains, divided only hustle remains
(I'm on my way home)
Making sense of it we hustle for change
Revolution ain't a game, it's another name for life fighting
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
(I'm on my way home)
Hypes fighting for hits to heighten they hell
Don't he know, he only get as high as he fell
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
Children are unheld, I wish, love was for sale, behold the pale
(I'm on my way home)
Horse got me trapped like R.Kel', I bail and it
Might not be such a bad idea if I never
Never went home again
I'm on my way home
I left three days ago but no one seems to know, I'm gone
Home is where the hatred is
Home is filled with pain and it
Might not be such a bad idea if I never
Never went home again

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