I was walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Sour building, high as heaven But the door was so small, door was so small
walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Saw a wet road form a circle And it came like a call, came like a call from the Lord
walking far from home Where the names were not burned along the wall Saw a wet road form a circle And it came like a call, came like a call from the
ocean of endless tears A wild boy from the streets of El Barrio The orphan from the hills of Mayag ez And when I wrote my story The words flew from
away from dyin' Nigga I'm the epitomy of raw rhymes The epitomy of rap rock I make a block party, bop to the sounds of a hot glock From New York down
to myself alone I sing It could sink me then and there I can hear the echoes ring I tried to find one smiling face To drive the shadow from my head
looking at us! Its, its climbing! its, no Pull up, PULL UP PULL U... scratch... UUP... ROAR... scratch" Sam: "Will? Hmm, ahem. We seem to be suffering from
way I know Feet been walking, thousand miles Got to get back what is mine What is mine, fallen time, yeah On the way back home Feet been walking thousand
me you lifted my skirt under the willow trees Keep the home fires burning though your heart is yearning Though the boys are far away they dream of home
You can't make it You can't cry You can't make it home tonight It's to far to walk To your goddamn van It's too hard to come by your hand Drunk on nothing
My fingers touch the solid stones Strong and cold, they keep me from home Imprisoned like a wingless dove Far away from the land I love Lonely days count