Brothers and sisters, find your way home Brothers and sisters, I feel so alone Brothers and sisters, don't you know Brothers and sisters... why I feel
my mother would have told me the truth 'Cause now I'm all based out, ma dukes [Kid Capri] Oh man I like the way that's going down Now why won't you do
dark? Can't close my eyes I see visions And even with this thug livin' will I escape in prison ? Penitentiary chances was an all day thang The only way
Only now that I'm alone and the sun has kissed the ground only now I know that I can make it in another way. My mind and my age were young to understand
wives niggaz live long The foulest thing about time is still ticks when you gone [Nas] For those who lived the way I lived we came from a long way
a long way from home And if you don't like me You can leave me alone For it's dark and it's rainin' And the moon gives no light And my pony can't travel This dark
Give the bitch the wrong information She'll probably never claim it scared of high insurance payments I love my home Atlanta I love my home Atlanta I love my home
first fraud to get soaked equals the joke that stands closest tear the thugs up with clubs before the toast leaves their holsters purvey the unconveyed for the age
the beat and clash with the bad bloods The average thug is not a savage but Likes to behave like Hades spat him up This is "home of" the white tee's Over
my head In my head You'd never know it You'd never know it I went home in a jealous rage You were rolling on the glass in a younger age You know what
around the sun twenty-five times And I still find new ways to recognize shine Its like light gets better with age The way a song sounds better on stage
of balance, won't we eat each other or won't we have another chance? Show the limit, show the gate, show the way For I've been drifting, no direction home
Follow the yellow brick road as we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place I once used to call home sweet home
to the top of the food chain Let the foxes dig holes in the stations Ain't this such a grand new dark age! Why shouldn't they believe that their homes
to recognize the suprise, sunrise, bout ta die They had to take a break, and escape those who like to take a little peek at me I mean the way I speak,
gets worse. I can't go back to Tennessee that NASCAR country's not for me. Go on, if you think you must." Carlos packed his drums up in the dark
work is dirty Days out, Harlem nights, over in Jersey In my rare view goin' home cause the vultures is thirsty (I See Em) Pull that doubt you won't catch me in traffic Dark
