Home of the brave
Something like the home of the slave
Roll up in taste
These niggas Change the tone of they face
Only I pray my tenderoni holdin my place
Knowin my ways
A rollin stone Im
I'm roamin for days
Home is a place
But in this case my home is my state
Not speaking Georgia
Im talkin mental
Purchased or rental
I'm tryna borrow some peice a mind
Hit snooze on my issues
Im occupied wit my broken self
Don't think I can fix u
McKayla told me that she was mine a nigga believed it
Obituaries of friends I lost still wonder where Keith is
I'm paranoid hear the hallway whispers seedin the secret
F*ck all the glory F*ck interviews y'all niggas Keep it
When I was bleeding not eatin makin plans to get even
Wit niggas questioning who i am with gate sthey were keepin
This this is my heart this is how im feeling this evenin
At one with god at one with angles even my demons
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