Lyrics:
somewhere to grown and build up my throne
treat me like one of their own
Making it feel like a home, and I can go on, wearing my papa's cologne
Changing
home, is filled with muddy water)
I live on a battlefield, battlefield
I live on a battlefield
(All around, there's bits of broken heart)
I live
alone
All I want is to
Find my way back home
Chorus
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Broken dreams
Broken people
Broken loves
Broken lives
Only Humans
Broken worlds
Broken
rose
This the cycle of a broken home Forced to be strong
I won't stop til' all my Lil' homies Own
That property, instead of rentin'
I'd rather see you
nigga Lance, thats real
That Katrina storm
Destroyed our home
Left lives torn fareal
So many bodies gone fareal, fareal
Man I miss my dawgs
Mawmaw
Body guards folly's on,
God's army got me strong Rocking Psalms
Home to the homeless, dope Trojans and stone folk hopelessm, Coke addicts and roach clips
this for the niggas who lost
They lives and they played hard
You ever experienced that immediate family
Limo ride through the graveyard?
Where you so
really need me
But I come from a home a broken home
Blood thicker than water I never understood
Because where I come from that term misunderstood
How we
we was in love, that was the good old days
Most times I'm just stuck in my menacing ways
And every night he haunts me in my dreams, I stay
Papa Roach
the schoolhouse the rulers crack.
At home the work ain't done until you've broken your back.
Wild horses in a snowstorm, the wolves attack.
Mama's babies, where
to laugh
Did I say something funny
I'm sorry I just know a lot of broke people with my money
Broken homes, broken lives, broken husbands, broken wives
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
the nights over I'm finna die
Tight rope, hugging my throat, chair I kick aside
Write no, suicide note, I'm in a bind
Broken mirror, hope's not home
Looking
spies (These bitches spies)
They swear they wise (They swear they wise)
One bitch she a roach (One bitch she a roach)
Other bitch she a fly (She a fly,
Thinking back to the whacks that we used to take
Rolling joints to a point with a roach and shake
Sipping on summer ale in September sun
Jump in
close to home
Sacramento
Is where my Papa lives
And all I kept thinking
Is that could've been him
Shot dead
Or how about D'ettrick Griffin
Down in
"Nobody's home," he's lookin kinda funny
realizin that I hadn't planned on spendin any money
Seen a brand new au-dio Technic, a cordless mic
He said, "You
accompanied by the pink stuff
But Goddamn he loved that feelin'
Purple rain coated in the throat
Just so healin'
Medicine alleviate the sickness
liquid affix
koi kaksha class nahi
Kaise jaunga upar chadkar naksha mujhko yaad nahi
Live n die by the dream
Kaise tu jee lega karke sapne yateem
Kaise tu jee lega
[ L.V. ]
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
[ Prode'je ]
Pops was
turning diamonds to coal
In love we find out who we are
In sorrow we abide
Our strength's revealed by what we build
From the broken things inside
But
[ L.V. ]
Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died all he left us was alone
[ Prode'je ]
Pops was a roller,
the kid who rock a snap back
Steady blow this hash back until my thoughts are abstract
How to get by, that's how we livin' in this day and age
I bring
relax my dome
My whole joints blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva
Ties will never sever
You died tryin'
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