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.