Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not My Home, artist - Z-Ro. Album song Guerilla Maab Rise Revamp, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: GAME TYME ENTERTAINMENT
Song language: English
Not My Home |
I haven’t smoked a sweet in 27 days |
When I’m under pressure, I feel it’s necessary to blaze |
And I’m asking Jesus what can I do, anytime I go and pray |
This world is killing me slowly, my hair is growing gray |
I remember not too long ago, bumping given the bums |
Now in 99, I’m struggling to live in the slums |
I’m not use to the lavish shit, no water no food or no phone |
Highly invested and filthy, nigga this is my home |
Bout ready to give up the ghost, but only cowards give up the fight |
But how can I teach my son to read and write, if there’s no lights |
What does it take to get a piece, of the motherfucking American pie |
When white folks stab you in your back, before they stare in your eye |
Working on my last nerve, and what give a motherfucker the nerve |
To think that he’s better, cap in my face |
With a Lexus and Benz, let me run and go chase my cheddar |
You see the title is overdue, but they deny me my throne |
I must be a foreigner to this place, this world is not my home |
This world is not my home, I’m just-a passing through |
My treasures are laid out, somewhere beyond the blue |
The angels beckon me, from heaven’s open doors |
And a nigga can’t feel at home, in this world no more |
Feel at home, in this world no more |
I try to leave it to the Lord, to judge the living |
I just hope I’m one of the sons forgiven, when it’s time to make decisions |
For the scandalous life I’m living, breaking ties for riches |
Ain’t no friends in bidness, nothing but lies and snitches |
Deep in the mind of mischief, money making motivates crime |
Soldiers fighting the war blind, or destined to lose everytime |
Live by the pain I’ve seen the flames trapped, more lives than you could believe |
My back are facts of scars, of all the times I’ve been deceased |
It’s forever, Guerilla until I die |
When I’m dead and gone, mama don’t you cry |
I know, it’s too much pain involved |
But you gotta be the one, to keep my alive |
They wanna see me leave, but they better believe |
I’m not going out, without a fight |
Everybody wanna charge it to the game |
Cause I be living the fame, and I’m on top |
Of the game, stop yelling my name |
And gon leave me alone, you better get gone |
I don’t wanna get the chrome, you better go on get away |
Hollin' out what’s the deal, all because of my skills |
And now you claim you real, you better sit back and chill |
Lord knows, that I’m just passing through |
And they be the ones, that’ll be making me do |
Thangs, even though I think sometimes I’m wrong |
I gotta hold my own, so I can roll on |
Everyday that goes by, it gets harder |
I only try to survive, the pain |
Can someone, please explain |
Why it’s driving me insane |
Cause the more hope, the more brain |
The more light, the more change |
The more it stays the same |
(I know you heard we guerillas |
But I really just, can’t take no more |
Everybody proceed, to show me love |
Therefor this world, is not my home |
Why do they wanna see me go |
Man I done been through enough |
But I know the Lord’s, gon take care of me |
When I get up above) |
Peep this, they try to tell me that the world was lovely |
But otherwise, they be trying to fuck with me |
But I keep my eyes open and lovely |
I be balling, can’t even be approaching me |
Ready to slap motherfuckers, that be approaching me |
These hoes ain’t fin, to get close me |
And land in my house, eating my groceries |
Demons be trying, to test a G |
When all the anger and pain, been stressing me |
But I just can’t let it, get the best of me |
I ask the Lord to guide and bless a G |
Even though I done, and lived the dirt wrong |
I’m making a jack, cause the world ain’t my home |
Everybody wanna see when you fall |
Especially, when you done worked so damn hard |
So I watch em, with they schemes and plots |
Wanna try to come, and take what I got |
Infrared dots, on they fat ass knots |
And make it sho', that the enemy come to a stop |