[Rapper]
Someone else is really far from home
You don't understand what I've been going through
So don't judge me until you walk in my shoes
[Verse 1 Rapper]
Took a second as he looked over the unmown lawn
His hand froze on the handle of the front door
Feet felt glued to the floor
Driver side opens, here we go once more
With the front seat feel safer than whatever lay beyond the yard
What's the chance that this won't be the same as the last?
[Rapper]
Someone else's house
Someone else's rules
Someone else's room
Someone else's school
[Verse 2 Rapper]
He don't fit in anywhere and knows it
Hate it when a case worker try to sugar-coat it
What the fuck? These people aren't mum and dad
So fuck 'em when they try to tell me that my goodness is becoming bad
I must be good at it, the way that they keep coming back
Kick me out, pick me up, take me to another path
Someone else is really far from home
You don't understand what I've been going through
So don't judge me until you walk in my shoes
[Verse 1 Rapper]
Took a second as he looked over the unmown lawn
His hand froze on the handle of the front door
Feet felt glued to the floor
Driver side opens, here we go once more
With the front seat feel safer than whatever lay beyond the yard
What's the chance that this won't be the same as the last?
[Rapper]
Someone else's house
Someone else's rules
Someone else's room
Someone else's school
[Verse 2 Rapper]
He don't fit in anywhere and knows it
Hate it when a case worker try to sugar-coat it
What the fuck? These people aren't mum and dad
So fuck 'em when they try to tell me that my goodness is becoming bad
I must be good at it, the way that they keep coming back
Kick me out, pick me up, take me to another path
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