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I felt like life want never end
Being dead how I'm gone live
So I sin an I sin again
Send that boy home just for pitching In
Got me wit rick
I guess

to send to god
Unknown to us what the cost
Lost brothers along the way
Step by step we bought the way
Oh god's land calls us home
Take it back, his glorious

Walk With Me

DMX

Exit Wounds

2001

I've seen a broken home influence a good kid to go bad
'Cause boys with sane minds to go mad (uhh)
And young girls to lose they innocence so fast

Famous

French Montana

Jungle Rules

2017

home with me
Stay home with me
I'll always love ya, I'll always
Hope you don't get
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you don't get famous
Hope you

were here, right by my side
Inside my heart, you're still alive
Within my soul, deep down inside
Can't live this life without you
In this world that we

Empty cold forgotten clouds forever more

I got to find my way back home
Don't want to live this life all alone
I got to find my way to see the light
I

thinking it's all fun but
I live in my head
Rent free
No escape
From the inner me
This is my home
Within my dome
Isolated
All Alone
What makes us unique are

to dance away your broken heart
Thank God you found 'em
With you 'til the end
Can't live without 'em
Call me when you get home, friends

They'll keep

wander off through the dead of night

Past terrors and broken homes

Wipe the sleep from under your eyes

Of riverbanks and catacombs

Sleep into the bee

Both raised in a broken home
So they got brave figured they would build their own
But Papa was a rollin' stone
Different womens, different homes
Leavin'

Thousand rusty blades 
And i standing on my blooded knees
Stumbling over  broken bone 
And i fall into Abyss
Sadness in my veins Looks like

time been feelin close
Feeling abandoned and betrayed Living in broken homes
They won't Accept em an his way
Time to hit the Road
Cuz niggas showin fake

breakfast down at the home of the blues

You say you got yo' guitar from a pawnshop, but to me it sounds like symphonies
You say you got yo' guitar from

Lawless Avenues

Jackson Browne

Lives in the Balance

1986

Papa hit him, Mama kissed him
Made him go to Catechism
With the sisters in their black and white
And all the time those city streets
Were

hijackings?

Soul rides by a vehicle
Low drive by a signal
Saw Christ by a miracle

Aren't just flaws
Unjust laws? It's just floors

A thugs' cause

It's like

On The Grind

P.O.D.

Testify

2006

Try to grind it out these streets we live
And I'm not dying

My souls payable on death, home grown out the west
My words be leapin' from the grill

Wearing the wrong colors and it's homicide
So who's leading who the blind or the blind
You're just another body that they threw aside
Live by the gun

when they got me
I heard he was speaking on my name

Well let me tell you the truth
I ain't nothing like how no saint be
I'm just doing right by these

wasting all my

Time is a cigarette 
Dangling from your lip 
Space is broken glass 
Do you even have to ask? 
Behind the refrigerator lives your Mama’s

to find I should've known
Loves a risk worth taking 
Don't know if I should take it
‘Cuz a broken heart don't fill an empty home 
So I guess I'll have to be

No hope for peace... but I gotta do it,

As it started from high to low
How do You live in this world?!
As it started many hearts had Broken
How do I

saw

They came by boats
Came 4 by 4
said, They were running from their home
Looking for shelter
A promiseland
A home away from home

But you didn't give

A broken heart
Disfigured by pain
Is drawn to hope like moths to a flame but
These broken pieces reflect our lives
And through suffering we find
That

live with you and those boys!

Tied up wrist and im on knees, oh no
Shoot me in the head - I don't wanna go home
Eyes closed and deserters under my dome