[Verse 1: F.Stokes]
Greyhound, Megabus, clothes in a plastic bag
From shelter to shelter, six kids with no dad
She left the city for a better life
Ran to a small town where the population was mostly white
Racial undertones, trying to get back home
With barely enough to keep shirts on my backbone
Now ain't this real life, numb to what pain feel like
Demons knocking like the sound of steel pipes
Same lady who gave birth never left my hometown
But she the reason I travelled the earth
Locked the door, my uncle's going through her purse
"Wake your brother up, they're giving free meals at church."
And I can't justify how my daddy could black your eye
Now my sister can't trust a guy
We never had much, but we had us
And my brother found home in a pair of handcuffs
[Chorus: Dan Smith]
How am I gonna get myself back home?
I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I
[Verse 2: F.Stokes]
The sound of bullets bounce as I write raps in the kitchen
Daddy in a cell trying to hold his ambition
Witness the transition from a boy to a martyr
Sell dope but go to school to be a barber
The ghetto's like a prison, you locked but you still living
Barely breathing up until if you're leaving
But home is where the hate is
And my cousin ain't thirty yet but she's got eight kids
Half look up to me, but the other half rarely fuck with me (Just another night)
'Cause apparently, they think I see myself as better (and we've had many of them)
I see my songs as simply therapy
Now let's go back to that whole Greyhound bus bit
Mama worked there for old white folks, wiping up shit (To the morning we're cast out)
Tryna save ships, now close your eyes and envision (But I know I'll land here again)
How she turned a bus ride, into a spaceship
Greyhound, Megabus, clothes in a plastic bag
From shelter to shelter, six kids with no dad
She left the city for a better life
Ran to a small town where the population was mostly white
Racial undertones, trying to get back home
With barely enough to keep shirts on my backbone
Now ain't this real life, numb to what pain feel like
Demons knocking like the sound of steel pipes
Same lady who gave birth never left my hometown
But she the reason I travelled the earth
Locked the door, my uncle's going through her purse
"Wake your brother up, they're giving free meals at church."
And I can't justify how my daddy could black your eye
Now my sister can't trust a guy
We never had much, but we had us
And my brother found home in a pair of handcuffs
[Chorus: Dan Smith]
How am I gonna get myself back home?
I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I
[Verse 2: F.Stokes]
The sound of bullets bounce as I write raps in the kitchen
Daddy in a cell trying to hold his ambition
Witness the transition from a boy to a martyr
Sell dope but go to school to be a barber
The ghetto's like a prison, you locked but you still living
Barely breathing up until if you're leaving
But home is where the hate is
And my cousin ain't thirty yet but she's got eight kids
Half look up to me, but the other half rarely fuck with me (Just another night)
'Cause apparently, they think I see myself as better (and we've had many of them)
I see my songs as simply therapy
Now let's go back to that whole Greyhound bus bit
Mama worked there for old white folks, wiping up shit (To the morning we're cast out)
Tryna save ships, now close your eyes and envision (But I know I'll land here again)
How she turned a bus ride, into a spaceship
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