Home

I'm home but I don't see myself.

Left to roam. Free to be myself.

Quest to release myself from the grief so I could reap the wealth.

Sow the seed with every deed that's dealt.

Grow like a tree on the steep of a hill

Throw on a beat, bleed like I'm killed from the greed of the quill.

Like it feeds on my will.

Cover myself over with the sheets when I'm ill.

Suffer the thunder like a dog in the streets when I'm still.