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