[Verse: Common & Gil Scott-Heron]
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas (I'm on my way home)
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubber band together in cashless bundles
I'm on my way home
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
I'm on my way home
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
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[Verse: Common & Gil Scott-Heron]
They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas (I'm on my way home)
Seen through the eyes of rebel glasses
Pray to God that my arms reach the masses
The young smoke grass in grassless jungles
Rubber band together in cashless bundles (I'm on my way home)
We wear strugglin' chains, divided only hustle remains
Makin' sense of it, we hustle for change
Revolution ain't a game, it's another name