Lyrics:
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Ya Broken homes turnt into crack houses
But only you can take them outta of it
Yes lord this is my prayer lord save em
Coming live from
The blessings on me oh Baba
Fine thing You do
Eh Baba...Eh Baba...Eh Baba...
Verse 1
Papa don cam, no di run No be Quifor don comot!/
Papa ele...am back home
home
But home is not a place, it's a shattered paradise
Abandoned left to rot away within my broken mind
Nothing is okay, this doesn't feel right
This city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts)
From broken homes (homes)
Because this city
This city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope)
Left for
This city is haunted
By ghosts (ghosts)
From broken homes (homes)
Because this city
This city is haunted
And there's no hope (hope)
Left for
we've had to endure
We don't want to live, but we're doing for you to die
Because we know that life's gonna pass us by
We're young, we're dumb, we're
dispossessed
Broken and brave in the face of so much fear
Driven from their homes by the greed of a nation
Whose treaties were as good as litter
Along
Should've stuck me on the end of this joint like a roach clip
Uh, you could tell that the slang 'Scotian
In Newfoundland they call you bi like Frank Ocean
back home
Where I live is where I must die
And I know I can't live with a heart as cold as mine
Where am I
What happened to my life
I never wanted to be
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
waiting to awaken
All the days that I was getting wasted in the basement
The most hated
Mind
That lives by the gas pipe
Have right blast by told you about
Ever since I started staying home
Saw a lot of self-reflections that were shedding on the walls
They made me understand how much of a critical
Gang but we live by the codes of Coberas
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, where the pimps are colder
The end is
we live by the codes of Cobras
Hoopties, drive by's, long nose through Nova's
If you dope I dope ya, we're in Pensacola
The end is over, Coroner come
stuck in my head
Yeah, I love her, but I hate her friends
She'll never leave, she's stuck in my head
I don't wanna live, I want it to end
I don't
livid', so restricted and sickin
I'm just tryna live my life
I'm comin' up real quickly, passin' by is thrillin
People tryna bring me down but I kill it
bang in east bay it's a G thing
Punks saying salutation while taking lives with no delay
Feel me its west coast the left coast no test wit killer Cali
me relax my dome
My whole joint's blown another soldier won't be coming home
Parkside is gonna miss you black foreva'
Ties will never sever
You
paying the rent.
No mama, no papa, and I live in the ghetto.
I'm just a child from a broken home.
to you!
Now you are here
Again beside me
Now I can die in peace
For now my life is blessed
You will live, Papa, you're going to live
It's too
to you!
Now you are here
Again beside me
Now I can die in peace
For now my life is blessed
You will live, Papa, you're going to live
It's too
Get on with your lives at £8.50 an hour
Then back to Home Counties
You're blessed in Home Counties
Now there was a big bang 2008
Our Lives were left
outside grew so violent
I knew that I was blessed cuz I had papa in home
But all my friends I hang with I knew they papa was gone “they gone”
But peep they
the two-bit bars
The promise was broken
I was far away from home
Sleeping in the back seat of a borrowed car
Thunder Road is for the lost lovers
And all
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