歌手:Kanye West
专辑:《Late Registration》

作词 : HERON, GIL SCOTT/LYNN, LONNIE RASHID/WEST, KANYE OMARI
作曲 : Kanye West & Lonnie Lynn & Gil Scott-Heron
(Verse: Common)
Yeah

They say home is where the hate is, my dome is where fate is
I stroll where souls get lost like Vegas
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
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, for life fightin
Someone to stay in they corner like Mike Tyson
Hypes fightin for hits to heighten they hell
Don't he know he could only get as high as he fell?
Show money becomes bail, relationships become jail
Children are unheld
I wish love was for sale, "Behold the Pale - Horse"
Got me trapped like R. Kel', I bail and it -
(Outro: Gil Scott-Heron)
"Might not be such a bad idea if I never
Never went home again

I'm on my way home

I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone

Home is where the hatred is; home is filled with pain and it
Might not be such a bad idea if I never
Never went home again"