Home Freestyle Wale The Sage

(Verse 1)
I was born in a home full of hope
Home full of queens
No heat so we light up a stove
Home full of heart but we broke
Just little bread that was made
But we share every loaf
Home full of life and love
Where you write your wrong
So we pray to be right with God
Home full of fake façade
So we smile and nod
Spoil the child when you spare the rod
Born to be lord of nations
Great creation
Born to be prepped and straightened
Raised to be superstitious
Woke and conscious
Proud to be braggadocious
Home where we love disaster
Camera flashes
Full of laughter
Stuck in loops like hamsters
Bunch of actors
Fakest pastors
Preach about a life with happy after
Home where the light don't shine
Home with a life of crime
Home where pain isn't pain
And the word don't rhyme
Home where we feel like mimes
Don't speak but we act all times
Home where the rich get rich
The poor can't reach
Can't eat
Till the poor can't speak
Home where there's no free speech
Your voice can't pitch
7 days and a man feels weak (Uh)