I'm on my way back home Take the hand Guide the way Find the truth Take your heart into your hand To tempt the fool into the mine Let loose the snake with antidote

Nobody can ever hear him call You need to find a way for what you want to say But before tomorrow 'Cause my friend said he'd take you home He sits in a corner all alone He lives under a waterfall Nobody can see him I need to be myself I can't be no one

I'm so alone Trying to find my way back home to you Nothing feels like home

Bang my head against the wall (Bang my head against the wall) Bang your head against the wall I was bound, was tired Hadn't seen a light so long Thought I lost my fight Couldn't find my way back home And I found the light stepping out of me

I wish I was, I wish I was beside you She sleeps alone My heart wants to come home She lies awake I'm trying to find the words to say I wish I was, I wish I was I don't wanna go So close but so far away Within a minute I was all packed up

Just trying to find, my way back home The old me, is dead and gone, dead and gone Ooh, I've been travelin' on this road too long And ooh, I've been travelin' on this road too long No more stress, now I'm straight I turn my head to the east I don't see

Holding on, laughing and crying I'm finding my way back home Laying in a bed that was burning It's so hard when you're young and in love Trying, and fighting 'Cause that's what you do when you're young and in love Young and in love I'm coming to see you

Tell me where am I now (oh-o) Why, where and how All this time Show me the road back home (oh-yeah) Show me the road back home, back home You never sympathize I can't find my way back inside What you give is what you get But you drew the line on me baby

Sail me away to a distant shore, where every thing's fine A thousand years, one day for every life Just keep on going, we'll find you a home underground, in a thousand years Day after day, I feel myself slowing down, what does it mean? The air has

Gotta find my way back home I've been way too long War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf Past the racism and fake-ism Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs You other rappers mad