My Way Home lyrics

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

Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses

Pray to god that my arms reach the masses

The young smoke grass in grassless jungles

Rubberband together in cashless bundles

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

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

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.