This land has no borders - just obligatory welcome signs
Tourist guides asking you to pick a story, get in line
Every home is keyless - every road is gravel
Every show's secret and every foe is battled
There's a lot of scars and tattoos in this mufucka
Each with a tale that conclude one another
See, the corner stores are independently ran
Constantly lookin' for somebody to lend a hand
But nothing is free nomore, except for those guts
So when you spill 'em, make sure you're ready to pick 'em up
Because those rats are starving, aching for a feast
I can't even hate, I relate to their pleas
Our sick don't fight, they embrace their disease
And walk around with that shit placed on their sleeve
Like…damn...that's some genius fuckin' marketing
Big business in this small world we call harmony
I'm starting to regret donating a part of me
I knew I'd take steps, just didn't know how hard they'd be
Because I got sandbags attached to my calves
And man this rains really coming down
I got my soul wrapped tight - strapped in my bag
and I'm hoping it will float if I drown
so don't understand us, would you please stand up
and join us for our hometown anthem that goes like...

Sometimes I feel like I want to leave this place for good
Under the ground - I'll live down there without a sound
(x2)

If you remember it forever, remember it as this
Dont remember the voice, remember what it spit
Not much more on this endeavor to give
Except for this bullet that I left in the clip
But i'm saving that for dinner, maybe even after
First I gotta reconcile with my sweet disaster
Find a plot of land that I can reach faster
Without sneaking past all the (IMPEACH THAT BASTARD)
See, megaphones are a commodity nowadays
No need to ask why we all seem to sound the same
You can draw a parallel through a shouted pain
Bulletproof vest, lucrative sex, and diamond chains
Expect the worse - optimism is a fantasy
For those that never chose to try considering a plan b
So we call inebriation a necessity
At the the melting pot trying to rearrange the recipe
While most say "If it ain't broke don't fix it"
My people say "If it ain't dope don't listen"
And that comes off like "Yo! what is good?!"
And I been trying to answer that one for years
Only place in the world you can represent fam
While dancing in the blood of your peers
So don't understand us? would you please stand up
And join us for our hometown anthem

Sometimes I feel like I want to leave this place for good
Under the ground - I'll live down there without a sound
(x2)

So don't remember the home - remember that landmark
Don't remember the stance - remember what it stands for
Don't remember the song - remember that dance floor
And the moment you clapped until you left your hands soar

See we all wanna be voices in the land of the deaf
Getting too caught up to put a hand to the next
You want success? You want love? You won't find it
You want death? You want blood? Come inside then
It's a cold war brewing in a warm place
So when we fall out, boy, it ain't a scene, it's an arms race
And just imagine, all this weaponry
The impact if we ever lick that collectively
But that's a fool's dream when who's king is who brings
Something to the table when the food seems too clean
God forbid you ever ask what the rules mean
Actin' like your fuckin' up the system like a blue screen
And they wonder why we die with a grin
Despite we couldn't even leave a dime to our kin
Because this is our problem - this is our space
This is our birth and this our grave
This is our cell and this is our escape
This is our burden but this is our fate
So would you please stand up
And join us for our hometown anthem that goes like…

Sometimes I feel like I want to leave this place for good
Under the ground - I'll live down there without a sound
Sometimes I feel like I want to leave this place for good
Under the ground - I'll live down there without a sound

I can't take this place no more
If it was up to me I would fade away tomorrow
(x5)

I can't take this place no more
If it was up to me I would fade away...