Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Home, artist - Phora. Date of issue: 30.06.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Home |
| Yeah these streets |
| My friends are enemies in disguise |
| They all gonna switch up |
| It’s just a matter of time |
| Seems like the life I used to live is just passing me by |
| I wanna know some answers Lord |
| I’m just asking you why |
| Why you gotta take the lives of innocent kids |
| And watch their families suffer? |
| There’s people under the bridge |
| Asleep without eatin supper |
| Plus it’s gettin crazy round where I stay |
| Nowadays it ain’t safe |
| Cause these niggas don’t play |
| Two kids from the east side |
| Had a high speed chase with the cops |
| Right off of Malvern |
| Is where they got caught |
| Runnin' from murder |
| They ain’t stoppin so they let off some shots |
| One of them dead at the fatal cost |
| Of reppin the block |
| The other one locked away for good |
| For taking a life |
| Everything has a cost |
| And you’ll be paying the price |
| When you put numbers on a nigga’s head |
| It ain’t gon be worth it |
| Karma comes back like a receipt |
| After you makin that purchase |
| Waitin for the bus |
| Hope I get home without gettin jacked |
| Past tense |
| The gangstas are rollin round with a strap |
| Look |
| And I just pray to God they leave me alone |
| Cause all I got is two dollars |
| And I’m just tryin to get home |
| Cause it happened to my boy |
| And they said empty your pockets |
| Took his phone, gun to his head |
| Started checkin his wallet, padded him down |
| Then took everything he had in his jeans |
| I’m glad he’s alive |
| I just hope it doesn’t happen to me |
| You don’t know whether or not |
| They’re gonna pull on that trigger |
| Just to- prove to his niggas from the hood that he’s with it |
| Takin another person’s life- just so he can earn some stripes |
| Jackin' old ladys now |
| It makes me toss and turn at night |
| It ain’t right if you think jackin' fools is cool |
| I’ma let you know now |
| It’s gonna catch up to you soon |
| Pullin' straps on people |
| Thinkin' everything’s fine |
| 'til you get caught and you cry to the judge givin you time |
| And I’m just |
| Speakin' my mind and I don’t care if you disagree |
| I’m just sick of seein kids get jacked and killed in my city, G |
| (Get killed in my city, G) |
| And I don’t care if you disagree |
| I’m just sick of seein kids get jacked and killed in my city, G |
| I got two dollars in my pocket for the bus ride home |
| (for the bus ride home) for the bus ride home |
| (for the bus ride home) for the bus ride home |
| (for the bus ride home). |
| I guess I’m on my own, yeah |
| I hope I make it home safe. |
| (I hope I make it home safe) |
| Hope I make it home safe (I hope I make it home safe) |
| I hope I make it home safe (I hope I make it home safe) |
| Cause these streets don’t play |
| All my friends are enemies in disguise |
| They all gonna switch up |
| It’s just a matter of time |
| Seems like the life I used to live |
| Is just passing me by |
| I wanna know some answers Lord |
| I’m just asking you why |
| Why you gotta take the lives of innocent kids |
| Watch their families suffer? |
| There’s people under the bridge |
| That sleep without eatin' supper now |
| (that sleep without eatin' supper now). |
| X4 |