LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMy Way Home
I'm on my way homeThey say home is where the hate isMy dome is where fate isI stroll where souls get lost like vegasSeen through the eyes of rebel glassesPray to god that my arms reach the massesThe young smoke grasping graspless junglesRubberband together in cashless bundlesWe wear struggling chainsDivided only hustle remainsMaking sense of it we hustle for changeRevolution ain't a gameIt's another nameFor life fightingSomeone to stay in they corner like Mike TysonHypes fighting for hits to heighten they hellDon't he know he only get as high as he fellShow money becomes bailRelationships become jailChildren are unheldI wish love was for saleBehold the paleHorse got me trapped like r. kel', I bail and it-Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home againI'm on my way homeI left three days agoBut no one seems to know I'm goneHome is where the hatred isHome is filled with pain and itMight not be such a bad idea if I neverNever went home again.
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