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 gla**es
Pray to god that my arms reach the ma**es
The young smoke gra** in gra**less jungles
Rubberband together in cashless bundles
(I'm on my way home) We wear struggling chains
Divided only hustle remains
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'm on my way home) I wish love was for sale
Behold the pale
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.