These are the streets where I grew up It's been a while and things have changed a lot But when I'm back, the memories, they all come back again All these stories that are filled with sentiment Don't get me wrong coz I can see Their narrow minds and their hypocrisy It makes me puke, I just can't stand this sh** mentality It's not all as nice it may seem to be Is this the place where I wanna be The place that call home Is this really where I wanna be The place that I call home When I'm abroad and on my own I start to think about the things back home I am not blind, I won't forget how sitty things can be I'm just thinking of my friends and family