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   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 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 their corner like Mike Tyson   Heights 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 unhailed   I wish love was for sale, behold the pale   Horse 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