Little homie ride alone, so far from home
f** it, because all roads lead to Rome
Took a detour, since still caught in a war zone
Need a cure, so surprised you send the drone
Where are the brethren, disowned by his own
Go to war fearless, strapped with a stone
We giants, so we don't play with the gnome
Sit back pondering and let my thoughts roam
Little homie can't no longer stand this
They came to take lives, not yours but his
Abandoned, life's full of lies and bandits
Confused and caught in the circumstances
Some are homeless, while others live in mansions
Regardless, his life is in ashes, his dream crashes
So tragic, greeted by war planes, so everyone panic
Their strategy is to keep the situation steady & static
They will never murder the pa**ion of the Romantic
Listen, you can hear little homie tear in this line
Poor kid, sometimes he feels like pullin' a nine
Can't sleep at night, memories put fear in his mind
sh** is tight, so his mental health starts to decline
It's crazy, he lately lost grip of reality and time
Illiterate, so he couldn't read the treacherous sign
And don't think war only takes place in the news at 9
-ASK