Текст песни Home - Martin Luther McCoy

(It's rebel soul music. Can you dig it?
Then follow me, past those golden gates
To a place that's not so picturesque
But it's where I rest, it's what I call home.)

San Francisco California, that's my home
Soldiers fighting for survivial on our own
Who has guidance for this life?
In a gangster's paradaise?
Why must our young be sacrificed? Who has more to gain
When another brother slain trying to do the game
I cannot stand by, my freedom will not be denied
My neighborhood's already been gentrified [? to our pride]

San Franpsycho Killafornia was my home
Young man you better throw away those ghetto blues
The world is waiting for you

Hey! (hey!) It's time (time)
Get out on your own
Just (just) know that (know that) there's no place like home
You're kinda quiet am I gettin' under your skin?
Strip down I can feel you like my nerve
Come on over if you're feeling right tonight
It's my time I'm gonna get what I deserve
'Cause I have a new wave of soul
And you don't know and you don't care

Will you be there when I get back home?
I don't know why but there ain't no place like home
There ain't no place like home
Do what you do but there ain't no place like home
There ain't no place like home

Uncle Mike, you know what? There's no place like home.