text: Faces Lyrics
  Faces change
  But this placell stay the same
  And Ill know when Ill go
  Home
  Yeah, and Im pickin up another bag
  And I pack another knapsack
  The airports like a stop light to me
  Sittin on red, green light go
  Cant see my family
  My family grew into a globe of friends and fans
  Or some may call em
  And its on the stage I stand
  To jam, rock, sing
  No wakin up to stop the dream
  I lived the life, signed a picture
  Cause no dam could stop the stream
  Or flood gates, Im in a fucked race
  And a pocket fulla culture condoms
  They put you on the podium for first place
  But on the block, they judge you on em
  So
  Who got the South in a six-pack, and a shotgun just for show?
  I put the white boys back in gold teeth
  Put the hood in mossy oak
  Im the
  Child of a deadbeat, so I gotta give the beat some life
  Beat me down with criticism
  But at least the critics write
  With a broken pen, there they go again
  Im a token man, Im a rollin gem
  Like a rollin stone, Im closin in
  Im goin home, Im home again
  Bring it back up in the U.K
  With a Dixie flag and a sixty sack
  Catfish Billy, hell, you say
  Im just bein blunt, homie
  Keep the grass
  You changed me
  Into what I am now
  You made me
  It was something I was always gonna be
  It seems these broken dreams dont lie
  And so now my broken wings will fly
  Yeah, take one look
  Better yea? Take two
  But if I take that break, as a move you made
  This dude you shape, will come take you back
  Back to the roots of bein
  Without a fuckin pot to pee in
  Or a spot to sleep in
  Hot or cold outside, its not the season
  Cuz I am not the reason
  That the image youre used to seein
  Is usually being fake, so to me the hate is meaningless
  Meaning yes, Im different
  Differently made
  And me screamin the A
  Is not the difference in grades
  Its the place I stayed
  Cuz the schools were underpaid
  The teachers taught, but to me they fought
  The star that was underway
  It was under Wayne, it was in my name
  Michael, M.W.A
  Atha
  And in trouble I stayed
  Breakin out of this bubble they made
  Played with the dice, but I rolled that seven
  And Ill go back to heaven in a Chevrolet
  Fuck the world with a tattooed hand
  Committed to the words I say
  A blood-lines not a family-tree
  Its a needle in my skin for all to see
  I aint never got a spring-break tattoo drunk
  But I drink and take the ink
  You changed me
  Into what I am now
  You made me
  It was something I was always gonna be
  It seems these broken dreams dont lie
  And so now my broken wings will fly3Embed