Money, Dreams, Memories, Sweet,
Family gone, no friends at all.
I’m digging so deep in the past
But I know it won’t come back to me
My self-esteem is gone,
I don’t know where to go,
I don’t know where I’m from.
Now I know the world will never go backwards,
I’m not gonna wait to crack the jackpot
My arms are chained up cause I got no back-ups.
And I could never do no stick up, no,
I’m not a crack head, and I do have a passport,
I just had a bad luck cause I was born
At the wrong place at the wrong time
And I sing a song but I’m not called Cash John,
Neither Johnson Jack,
I’m just the little one in the back.
It’s beginning to look like black and grey,
And it’s worse when it’s getting late
Cause then would I ask myself and I’d say:
Where is my home?
I don’t need no reservation
Where is my home?
All the places I’ve been to are mine
Where is my home?
Wanna feel my resurrection
Where is my home?
Every street I step on is mine
Trust? No. Faith? No. Happy? No. Gone, bad.
Rage, Envy, Lose, Alone, Alive but dead, I try.
Suicide on my mind and I wanna resurrect right after being dead.
And I try again ever harder, be a man and be strong,
Have an order, have a daughter, have a quarter
To spend on something, and a place on earth where I’m respected.
And I would walk on the streets with my arms wide open.
And everybody would come to see me and give me hugs.
I would talk to anybody and feel free to do what I wanna do.
And I would look at myself in the mirror and think:
Damn, this boy is beautiful.
Where is my home?
I don’t need no reservation
Where is my home?
All the places I’ve been to are mine
Where is my home?
Wanna feel my resurrection
Where is my home?
Every street I step on is mine
Now what you gonna do if no-one’s around you,
What you gon’ do with no home and no house and no shower,
No nothing at all so one hour means shit when you hear the bells ring at the tower.
Boom. Your head is exploding now. So empty and full.
You need like 5 drinks to kill that bullshit.
Your actions based on consciousness but you’re still alone
Everything is tearing to your soul plus you’re getting older and older…
Now where is my home and the car I used to drive
For all of you I used to buy, this and that, a drink, a snack,
Now things got wack, listen man :
Where is my home?
I don’t need no reservation
Where is my home?
All the places I’ve been to are mine
Where is my home?
Wanna feel my resurrection
Where is my home?
Every street I step on is mine
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