Besedila:
Close To Home Broken Soul

feeling can with stand The way I felt when she took my hand She only knows what emotions When truth comes to an end A broken soul inside my hands Broken soul

HIV, lost hope Overweight, self esteem Misfit, broken dream Fish tank, small bowl Closed mind, dark hold Cybergirl, droid control Get away now they trying To steal your soul

how them hollows straight, rattle ya shit And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome Or

ropes, it don't matter he's dope He knows that but he's broke, he so stagnant he knows When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's Back to

left my mother dear at home with a sad soul Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone Cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home My real pops he broke

special leave requested from the years I've invested arrested, develop, addressed it, envelope the body of the black party from Farley to Bob Marley go home or go hard, at home

screams Home is where the needle marks Try to hear my broken heart And it might not be such a bad idea If i never, never went home again Home again, home again, home

own diamond rings, see them 'Bling, Bling' Got big boy toys, Porsche, Sixes Dime bitches, told y'all before we import those Jury stay froze, court cases get closed

The unbeaten path got my soul so sore Allured by the lust, something money can't cure The Devil want me as is, but God, He want more Eyes closed, eyes