May never find my home And I know that I may never find my home I dropped a coin from my pockets On the street of crowns I passed every streetlight in my hometown I tried every screen door Like they were my own And now I know that I may never find my

Move bitch, a nigga need a little space Ayy, damn this beat got bass I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case Stank look on my face, that's too much drugs and drank What you think I do? I buy more drugs and

Yeah the song comes on and I sing out loud And there ain't no road that I can't go down And I don't think twice when I pass your house all the time Yeah the rain just rolls right off my back And I don't get caught in the same old traps I can hear your

This time I finally need a light, a light Tired of seeing in black and white, white Having flashes in my mind Can’t take the ticking of time The time that’s passing by Just an outline made of skin And my walls are paper thin I want to let you color me in

From the coming dawn, That seeks to drown us in the flames But if we sell our soul, For the chance of gold, Then we'll rue each passing day! Come on lets Save our lives, The city grieves, like widows clasping Folded flags against their hearts

Are you feeling down, and lonely. Feeling like you can't go on. Just remember love will find a way. Tell me are you going through changes. Time seems like it's passing by. Just believe that love will find a way. I see the tears you cry. I see the pain

Up to no good livin’ now I used to drink like a fish and run like a dog Done a whole lotta shit not permitted by law People call me the Picasso of painting the town And I’ve finally grown up I finally changed from that someone I was to somebody I ain't

Cap-ass, rap-ass, bat her in her back ass You know you ain't built like that, play and get your ass smashed All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast Bodybag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for

I'm leaving Los Feliz Day after tomorrow I'm over the scenesters I'm on the guest list down at Paul's Baby Grand That hipster doorman he don't know who I am But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on

We won't run and hide I'm passing over you like a satellite So catch me if I fall That's why you stick to your game plans and party lives But at night we're conspiring by candlelight We are the orphans of the American dreams Oh shine your light on me