Home

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Home
Home is where the heart is
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Hey

Weekends at Margiella
Crib as a kid
Was the way
I wished my family lived
My niggas momma
Had a lot of love to give
Her heart was big
You could see it through
Every thing
She did
It would make me forget
About the hard times
I was to face when I got home
Faking a smile
But deep inside
A nigga feel alone
Music, a safe zone
From the pain of
Living in a toxic household
Where sneak disses run deep
And cold words echo
Every time you fall asleep
You're looking forward to getting old
So you can run away
But even then
The memories
Still imprison yo' soul
What makes 4 walls a house
And what sets it apart
From being a home
That's something
I'll never know
I wake up and chase racks
I need stacks
Life is always on the go
Studio sessions
Running up flows
Live fast
Die young or
Live slow and grow old
The truth lies deep within you
Like po
After the opening the dragon scroll

The truth lies deep within
Like po
After the opening the dragon scroll
The truth lies within like Po
Home

Home is where the heart is
I live in a house and
I'm heartless
Do you live in a house or a home
Do you have a place
That you can call your own

Home is where the heart is
I live in a house and
I'm heartless
Do you live in a house or a home
Do you have a place
That you can call your own

Do you have a place
That you can call your own
The only family that you got
Is the niggas on yo' phone

Do you have a place
You can call your own
The only family you've got
Is the niggas on yo' phone

Ey
Ey, Ey, Ey, Ey

Link up at ma nigga
Caesar's place
To play FIFA
Talking bout
How we gon make it out
And stack madibas
As an attempt to stop thinking 'bout
Those four walls
Why my phone off
Ain't picking up calls
It's kinda crazy
How money is the only motivation to a generation
And the need to acquire funds
Then hit the road and run
Is the only solution
To the problems
We're facing
Looking back ten years from now
Thinking 'bout
What we've been through and
How much time was wasted
Cause pride and ego
Makes it hard for the kids
To get the apologies
They need
I really could hate these niggas
But then
I realize
Once upon a time
They were children too
Dealing with some trauma
That I prolly never knew
That don't mean that
They gotta take it out on you.
I know how hard it is
Guiding yourself through life
When you is just a kid
And then you also have to set examples
That were never set for you
And then you see
Right through your older niggas
I send healing to your inner child
The things we've seen
As a generation's really wild
Healing a mother wound
Since you stepped out the womb
Now you're closed off
Like the entrance to a tomb
(Closed off)
(I need a tissue for all these issues)



Credits
Writer(s): Aluta Manale
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