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bo dean – home كلمات اغاني

[skit]
“now, there really isn’t anything radically wrong with being sick or with dying. who said you’re supposed to survive? who gave you the idea that it’s a gas to go on and on and on? and we can’t say that it’s a good thing for everything to go on living from the very simple demonstration that, if we enable everyone to go on living, we overcrowd ourselves. that we are like an unpruned tree. and so, therefore, one person who dies—in a way—is honorable, because he is making room for others.”

[hook]
i wanna go home, where it ain’t no struggle, no pain, no rich, no poor we the same
i wanna go home, where you not ridiculed or judged, no hate, no envy, just loved
i wanna go home, were it’s no war, no blocks, no crooked politicians or cops
i wanna go home
i wanna go
i just wanna go home

[verse]
i don’t belong here, but god said i gotta rome here
a crown and a throne here my time he’ll prolong here
life’s short, i heard that with my own ears
lies, it’s syndells due, it’s long hair
let’s speed it up who wanna help out?
or i can treat only me on a date and take myself out
f-ck the world, sometimes i wanna yell out
pops an oxymoron got his soul right before he left out
trust can’t tell when, l-st i done fell in
middle finger and my guards up can’t get in
love can’t let in
if good die young my life’s coming to an end (n) like j-k-l-m
yeah the older i get the colder i get
death the bolder it get with its motives an sh-t
is it a curse to live or a blessing a die?
i gotta message from the sky to stop stressing the why
you come out naked and cry birth defective despised
grow up poor or abused or neglected ya cries
fall on death ears, depression it rise
busting ya -ss for a check at a job? (ha?)
is this what life’s supposed to be?
it’s all part of god plans it’s what told to me
why we gotta suffer, why the people who do good get bad done to em like murder?
why brothers still can’t get a break in america?
it was part of ya plan for that baby to get rape god?
sorry to question ya
what about diseases, the cancers the aids
and so on to rid em they told us to pray
i spent days on these godd-mn knees
keep my dad alive i plead
but you ain’t listen to me and he ain’t say you was wrong, cuz he prayed all along
that you’d rid that pain and call him home
and soon as you called he picked up the phone
that sh-t broke my heart but sh-t life goes on
i ain’t admit it then but now i’m here on the song
to thank you making sure his pain is gone
he ain’t stressing bout bills for his car or his home
no more chemo or no more fragile bones
but maybe one day whether short or long
i’ll get that call i always keep my phone

[verse 2][blu september]
they say home is where the heart is
mine is where the war is, crazy, murder rate bout as high as the arch is
revolutionary’s we organizing the marches
i chose street life, monopolizing the market
north side of grand down to st. louis avi
caught that n-gga slipping, had to get em in his caddi
generational curse, they’ll k!ll your cuz yo daddy
fell victim to that life with my son looking at me, like
hey mama i wanna come home, they got me talking thru a gl-ss when i’m holding the phone
i mean i’m locked up in a cage but i’m holding my own
and tell my n-ggas on the block hold it down while i’m gone
man, and i don’t wanna know what my sentence is, and you already know what them snitches get
never should have did this sh-t
in a zone on my own, somebody tell my son that i’m gone
until i come home

- bo dean

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