My Way Home

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 - in grassless 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. Kell', 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