My Way Home – Kanye West (feat. Common)

[Common:]
Yeah
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost 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 struggling chains, divided only hustle remains
Making sense of it we hustle for change
Revolution ain’t a game it’s another name, for life fighting
Some wanna stay in their corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fighting 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 unheld
I wish love was for sale, “Behold the Pale Horse”
Got me trapped like R. Kel’, I bail and it

[Gil Scott-Heron:]
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