Текст песни: Kanye West. My Way Home.

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(feat. Common)

* samples are from "Home is Where the Hatred Is" by Gil Scott-Heron

[Common]
Yeah
{* "I'm on my way home" - sample repeats throughout}
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lose 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
Rubber band 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 they 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"}