Basement

Greyhound, Megabus, clothes in a plastic bag,

From shelter to shelter, six kids with no dad.

She left the city for a better life,

Ran to a small town where the population was mostly white.

Racial undertones, trying to get back home,

With barely enough to keep shirts on my backbone.

Now ain't this real life, numb to what pain feel like.

Demons knocking like the sound of steel pipes.

Same lady who gave birth never left my hometown

But she the reason I travelled the earth.

Locked the door, my uncle's going through her purse.

"Wake your brother up, they're giving free meals at church."

And I can't justify how my daddy could black your eye,

Now my sister can't trust a guy.

We never had much, but we had us,

And my brother found home in a pair of handcuffs.

[01:48.968][00:55.430]How am I gonna get myself back home?

[01:53.470][00:59.645]I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I

The sound of bullets bounce as I write raps in the kitchen

Daddy in a cell trying to hold his ambition

Witness the transition from a boy to a martyr

Sell **** but go to school to be a barber

The ghetto's like a prison, you locked but you still living

Barely breathing up until if you're leaving

But home is where the hate is,

And my cousin ain't thirty yet but she's got eight kids

Half look up to me, but the other half rarely **** with me

'Cause apparently, they think I see myself as better

I see my songs as simply therapy

Now let's go back to that whole Greyhound bus bit

Mama worked there for old white folks, wiping up ****,

Tryna save ships, now close your eyes and envision

How she turned a bus ride, into a spaceship

My home is comprised of many elements

Grandaddy was a junkie and found home in a needle filled with daily medicine

Home is far less based on physicality,

[02:31.776](The birds are mocking me)

But embracing the mentality that you can turn even the harshest conditions into an optimistic galaxy

(They call to be heard)

Come home daddy, it's okay now

All the tears are dried up, mama's in a better place now

No guns unless they're video games

(They curse my return)

But there's a darker side to ***, rock and roll and *******

Come home

[03:01.397]How am I gonna get myself back home

[03:08.110]I, I, I am lost

[03:36.550]From the basement, to the ceiling

[03:40.983]Going back home to replace this feeling