America has been my home address since birth
but I’ve been lost trying to find home for years.
Homesick soul?
Or just sick.
Tired soul?
Or just tired.
Tired of being tired....
How long we’ve been crying out
“Jesus take the wheel!”
But here we are in the passenger seats
and still can’t get this car pool right.
She didn’t even tell the officer the real deal when he pulled us over.
That’s why we got hit with this heavy fine,
that’s actually not even a crime,
but this is just the wrong place at the wrong time.
He didn’t even do nothing,
while we didn’t do nothing....
but he sure did stand there and watch something get done to us.
We’ve been going around in circles,
I seen this block already,
we’re going the wrong way,
Google maps can’t even find the address,
Stop the car!
I’m getting out.
I’m just gonna walk.
I was feeling car sick anyway,
I need to stand up...
Well it was somewhat of a privilege to ride with you,
but I hope you put that privilege to good use for the greater good,
before the hoods turn back into “good” neighborhoods.
I’ll get there when I get there.
Hopefully I could make it safely.
With my mind in tact.
I’ll come for my things later.
Things are not important right now.
I’ll be alright.
I’ll find it.
I think I’m on the right track.
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