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 fightin
Someone to stay in their corner like mike Tyson
Hypes fighting for hits to heighten their hell
Don't he know he can 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 kell
I bail and it
(Might not be such a bad idea if I never.. Never went home again)