I ain't got no home Ain't got no papers I ain't got no job I ain't got no bucks Ain't got no time left Ain't got nowhere Nowhere to hide And this is
there that's doin this now And a lot of cats out there that threw in the towel Some are new to the style, so they take time to learn Other cats want burn
homeless daughters Standing there with broken wings I have seen the flaming swords There over east of eden Burning in the eyes of the Maker Burning in the eyes of the Maker Burning
[Verse 1: Suffa] I dont represent a city wha, I represent the whole earth Suck my head inside my chest, so I can soul search Suffa MC gets deep in the
TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me) (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo) {Snipe ya in the head
hide/won't let you hide I break bones stealin mobile phones and I'm cuttin deals for these homeless meals makin idle threats using chinese burns as you load my head
make it hard Hard to speak? Does she dress the part? I'm sure she'll take some getting used to, Brother she will never be me Feel the burn, take a spin
the locust wind comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel And the angel was overcome You plant a demon seed You raise a flower of fire See them burning
hide Won't let you hide I break bones stealing mobile phones And I'm cuttin' deals for these homeless meals Making idle threats using Chinese burns As you load my head
Evil winds howl 'cross the frozen plain Demons fury floods my mind again Multitudes of homeless wander lost and scared Into the burning lake of fire
me 'round town Walking around with my head hung down I'm so lonely, I'm so lonely And don't be surprised if you see me on the train Like a homeless
' New York Who woulda thunk it, God above and Pun did Yeah, they came while I was 'sleep Whispered in my ear this is your year (Crack preach) So I testify To burn
the TV,they showing psychopathics and i see me) (And ya calling me a homeless hobo, while I'm laying on my suede couch listening to mojo) {Snipe ya in the head
the TV They showing psychopathics and I see me And ya calling me a homeless hobo While I'm laying on my suede couch listening to Mojo Snipe ya in the head
a human chain While the orphanages overflow The children playing in the acid rain Change the channel, God's right hand man Says send him money or I'll burn
'Cause their twisted propaganda can't erase all the dead And the pile of corpses pyramid on top of our heads Or never mind, said the shotgun to the head
