They say that home is where the heart is, well home is where my art is
Soul stirred into song, it's the duty of an artist
And lately it's easier, but the tricky part is
Things go up in one direction and the other gets tarnished
And I'm tryna stay gold, the world it plays cold
But these sun colored shades turn those blues into rose
Isn't it funny how The Blues is from the gold
Age of music, when we share our misfortunes it's always true shit
Maybe that's why, cause the real shit is the illest
But not all real shit requires us to be a cynic
And I'm finished with that life man, just wanna bring light man
Feeling like a Mountie cause I try to do right, damn
But I've been thinking that I took a bad route
When my left shoulder resembles fab's tooth, It's the truth
Fuck it
Cause all that I know, hate it or love it
Is although these lows hit me I'm just bound to rise above it