The bridge days are gone, they always seemed too cold The arches have died, that place just got too old Safeways no safe, you can't skate there anymore It's just the way it is
Traduction: Fight. La maison est où la haine est.
Traduction: La lutte (Punk). La maison est où la haine est.
[Verse 1] nowhere to go, nothing to do so we go draw over walls police can't catch us cuz we're just to fast we're too clever, we're not stupid we're
we're the forgotten generation WHOA OH OH onE day soon we'll rule the nation WHOA OH OH what you see is what you get if you dont like it come tomorrow
home is where the hate is [Verse 1] i'm just looking at my bedroom door it bores me, i don't know what life's for this town sux, i wanna leave right
[Verse 1] this is the time that things will change a brand new day we'll re-arrange [Link] you'll let us through [x2] [Chorus] this is the revolution
stage school They?re taught to sing and dance Elocution lessons is part of their routine Just a bunch of clones Spewed from a big machine Sycophantic parents Is
I?m moving out today, got to get away I?ve got to find a place to settle down I?ve had enough of this. I?ve got to find a place Where people care for
the same ones that tell you "no", whoa I ain't just an average joe Way above the average flow Boy, my life is most dope [Hook: Mac Miller] No matter where
have arrived, out the trunk with a fo'-fo' Pissed off and agg'd, running round with a attitude Repping the Dirty South, now where the fuck is your gratitude
three's comany and four is a crowd And my situation is seven everybody else can move around Look at your friends and your friends peeping, they burn bridges In they household, come into your home
Trippin to drastic measures tryin to get stacks of cheddar Muh'f**kers hate cops, wait it ain't gettin better But you keep, tellin us, that it is while
and add to pressure Home is where I go the rest I go to pass the test I'm sorry if I left you all alone But I couldn't make it home so we argue on the
back for me My enemies think they got me crossed they ain't knowing Ain't no love for player haters where you cowards going You paid bail got me out of jail, home
stuff you make is music But this is hip-hop kid don't confuse it With herbs trying to hard to make "that new shit" Bitching about doing a show for short change is
beats Cause y'all producers are weak and wouldn't co-sign the beef Usin' that beat like you a fan of The Lox You handlin' glocks? This is where the fantasy