[Intro: Common & Gil Scott-Heron] Yeah I'm on my way home
[Verse: Common] 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 Rubber band together in cashless bundles We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains Makin' sense of it, we hustle for change Revolution ain't a game, it's another name for life fightin' Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson Hypes fightin' for hits to heighten they hell Don't he know he could 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—
[Outro: Gil Scott-Heron] 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 againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
