| [00:11.159] | Greyhound, Megabus, clothes in a plastic bag, |
| [00:13.118] | From shelter to shelter, six kids with no dad. |
| [00:15.718] | She left the city for a better life, |
| [00:17.709] | Ran to a small town where the population was mostly white. |
| [00:21.413] | Racial undertones, trying to get back home, |
| [00:24.159] | With barely enough to keep shirts on my backbone. |
| [00:26.454] | Now ain't this real life, numb to what pain feel like. |
| [00:29.465] | Demons knocking like the sound of steel pipes. |
| [00:31.632] | Same lady who gave birth never left my hometown |
| [00:34.761] | But she the reason I travelled the earth. |
| [00:36.761] | Locked the door, my uncle's going through her purse. |
| [00:40.000] | "Wake your brother up, they're giving free meals at church." |
| [00:42.104] | And I can't justify how my daddy could black your eye, |
| [00:45.729] | Now my sister can't trust a guy. |
| [00:47.622] | We never had much, but we had us, |
| [00:50.333] | And my brother found home in a pair of handcuffs. |
| [01:59.424][01:48.968][00:55.430] | How am I gonna get myself back home? |
| [02:03.760][01:53.470][00:59.645] | I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I |
| [01:06.213] | The sound of bullets bounce as I write raps in the kitchen |
| [01:08.830] | Daddy in a cell trying to hold his ambition |
| [01:11.486] | Witness the transition from a boy to a martyr |
| [01:14.101] | Sell dope but go to school to be a barber |
| [01:16.781] | The ghetto's like a prison, you locked but you still living |
| [01:20.222] | Barely breathing up until if you're leaving |
| [01:22.678] | But home is where the hate is, |
| [01:24.253] | And my cousin ain't thirty yet but she's got eight kids |
| [01:27.293] | Half look up to me, but the other half rarely fuck with me |
| [01:31.358] | 'Cause apparently, they think I see myself as better |
| [01:33.893] | I see my songs as simply therapy |
| [01:35.790] | Now let's go back to that whole Greyhound bus bit |
| [01:38.269] | Mama worked there for old white folks, wiping up shit, |
| [01:40.846] | Tryna save ships, now close your eyes and envision |
| [01:44.762] | How she turned a bus ride, into a spaceship |
| [02:11.700] | My home is comprised of many elements |
| [02:13.464] | Grandaddy was a junkie and found home in a needle filled with daily medicine |
| [02:18.632] | Home is far less based on physicality, |
| [02:20.671][02:31.776] | (The birds are mocking me) |
| [02:21.615] | But embracing the mentality that you can turn even the harshest conditions into an optimistic galaxy |
| [02:26.296] | (They call to be heard) |
| [02:28.870] | Come home daddy, it's okay now |
| [02:32.870] | All the tears are dried up, mama's in a better place now |
| [02:34.751] | No guns unless they're video games |
| [02:36.671] | (They curse my return) |
| [02:37.600] | But there's a darker side to sex, rock and roll and cocaine |
| [02:41.940] | Come home |
| [03:14.490][03:01.397] | How am I gonna get myself back home |
| [03:18.746][03:08.110] | I, I, I am lost |
| [03:25.671][03:36.550] | From the basement, to the ceiling |
| [03:30.619][03:40.983] | Going back home to replace this feeling |
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