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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 grasping graspless 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 
Whores 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.