歌词
(Verse: 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 strugglin chains, divided only hustle remains
Makin sense of it we hustle for change
Revolution ain't a game it's another name, for life fightin
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin 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 -
(Outro: 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"
专辑信息
1.Wake Up Mr. West
2.Heard 'Em Say
3.Touch The Sky
4.Gold Digger
5.Skit #1 (Kanye West/Late Registration)
6.Drive Slow
7.My Way Home
8.Crack Music
9.Roses
10.Bring Me Down
11.Addiction
12.Skit #2 (Kanye West/Late Registration)
13.Diamonds From Sierra Leone - Remix
14.We Major
15.Skit #3 (Kanye West/Late Registration)
16.Hey Mama
17.Celebration
18.Skit #4 (Kanye West/Late Registration)
19.Gone
20.Diamonds From Sierra Leone
21.We Can Make It Better
22.Late