[Verse 1] nowhere to go, nothing to do so we go draw over walls police can't catch us cuz we're just to fast we're too clever, we're not stupid we're
we're the forgotten generation WHOA OH OH onE day soon we'll rule the nation WHOA OH OH what you see is what you get if you dont like it come tomorrow
home is where the hate is [Verse 1] i'm just looking at my bedroom door it bores me, i don't know what life's for this town sux, i wanna leave right
[Verse 1] this is the time that things will change a brand new day we'll re-arrange [Link] you'll let us through [x2] [Chorus] this is the revolution
stage school They?re taught to sing and dance Elocution lessons is part of their routine Just a bunch of clones Spewed from a big machine Sycophantic parents Is
I?m moving out today, got to get away I?ve got to find a place to settle down I?ve had enough of this. I?ve got to find a place Where people care for
The bridge days are gone, they always seemed too cold The arches have died, that place just got too old Safeways no safe, you can't skate there anymore It's just the way it is
Traduzione: Lotta. Home Is Where The Hate Is.
Traduzione: La lotta (Punk). Home Is Where The Hate Is.
D, then you gotta go through Big Pokey Who a nigga know as hard as me, who a nigga know is smart as me Niggaz wanna know how hard is he, I'm hard as the
Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar Muh'f**kers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while
and add to pressure Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test I'm sorry if I left you all alone But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the
voice one mind guess you bought the facade so give up you soul to the TV god now no struggle no fight when you're told what is wrong and told what is
the stuff you make is music But this is hip-hop kid don't confuse it With herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit" Bitching about doing a show for short change is
beats Cause y'all producers are weak and wouldn't co-sign the beef Usin' that beat like you a fan of The Lox You handlin' glocks? This is where the fantasy
is heard the Mercury is arising A profit is earned ghetto enterprising A moment of truth is hidden in silence A couplrits crew and nobody smilin My rubber is
Where can it lead this endless road? Where can it lead this hopeless road? When will they rise out from the mud? Where can it lead, where can it lead