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[Chorus]
They say thereâs no place like home
But home ainât the place for me
And even tho Iâm gone
Thereâs no need to wait for me
Just pray for me
[Verse 1: D. Ciano]
This is something that they need to hear, cause people fear, leaving there
Going on past a place called home, be prepared
I tell em get away from all the places we would see as kids
Cause the small mindsâll try to tell you that your dreams too big
But itâs not⦠In fact big is subjective
See Iâm in tune, but finding youâs the biggest objective
Thereâs opportunity, but you the opposition
And my conscious told me to leave, donât be a contradiction
And those who opt to miss him, thank you for your optimism
But the knowledge in him will guarantee him a pot to piss in
No ad-libbing this vast diction, I got a vision
Plus I seek respect and not attention
Iâm from a place where self defense isnât martial arts, or Kung Fu
My areaâs cold, they use Nines when they want to
*Gun shot* Another dies, he was young too
*Gun Shot* Who can save em? whoâs it up to?
Me, thatâs why I left Iâm blessed
My cityâs known for steady committing theft, that stress
Of being robbed of chances given community chess
Like when weâre robbed of answers, itâs assumed that we guess
I guess, but I donât know no better
Like how these women want Kings, but they ainât no Corettaâs
I focus better, music and dating donât blend but I mix that so
I got enough exes to play Tic Tac Toe
Whoa, the truth is for sale, why tell em a lie
I love that I fell, Iâll tell em goodbye
Iâve jumped to inhale, this air in the sky
I'm meant to prevail and destined to try
No what if I fail, just what if I fly
The brilliance in what I think itâs only right they love me
Plus Iâm a monster with the ink, so on the Mic Iâm sully
And moving out of my house, I knew what tearing us apart meant
Home is where the heart is but I became heartless
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Loose Voltage]
Iâm in Doger stadium, all under her Jersey
Arguing with the umpire, tryna tell me
Theres no place like home well what about 3rd base
I ainât done nothing, just came a long way
Yâall donât know the half, I was sitting in Dekalb
Feeling like I let down my fam, with the rest of the slaves
If I can break free from the chains and the court as the judge looks me in my face
Like heâs just another young dumb thug, driving drunk from the club
Using drugs, fucking sluts, unloved, shooting guns, piece of scum from the slums
Hmmm, itâs time to clean up the streets
I donât understand why you afraid of this new money
A lot of people where Iâm from never knew money
My mind state was move to a new state
LA LA blowing LA LA owww
Fuck Iâm doing in the Hills where they buzz you in
Hanging around celebrities, like they my fucking friends
If itâs an indoor pool, then Iâ jumping in
In Silicon Valley searching for something real
Yesterday I rode around in a Benz
That was whiter than friends, full house, and both the Olsen Twins
And put my banker on Playa Fly and Soulja Slim
Talking bout that Soulja Life Mentality, still didnât get it
My partner asked me how it feels to be inside of the
City of Angels, away from all the danger
And I explained uh, it ainât that much safer, but
If this was heaven, yâallâd be considered sinners
And get my mama on the phone, and tell her I canât come home
Why? I got a vision and mission
And to my partners a mechanic canât fix a broke engine
If heâs in the Hood with it
[Chorus]
- Álbum:
- Falling Forward