I ain’t never really had a place to call my own
I ain’t never really had a place to belong
Can’t find my way home
I can’t find my way home
They say a bed is where you rest
But every time I lay down I don’t really feel my best
Covered by my cover but I’m still freezing to death
I’ve been trying to go to sleep but it’s been hard to take a breath
I’ve been drowning in my loneliness
Treasure is where your heart is
Only pain been in my chest
I’ve been hurt by those I love so I’ve been stuck in brokenness
Everything I try to fix becomes a bigger mess
I ain’t never really had a place to call my own
I ain’t never really had a place to belong
Can’t find my way home
I can’t find my way home
In a broken home it’s harder not to roam
I stayed out late cuz arguments would start to grow
Things got physical and feeling all alone
Childhood stability was all I’d ever known
Wrote songs trying to find another zone
Still chained to the hopelessness
I arose everyday working to the bone
But my mom was still going through homelessness
Fast forward years later higher education
Got my isolated in a house of desperation
They don’t know my culture or respect how I was raised
I’m creating with no wages or return on my investment
Calls got me stressing
Thought I’d get my family straight but now I’m in depression
Wrestle not to kill myself and question my direction
Stayed in bed for days
Prayin for an exit
I ain’t never really had a place to call my own
I ain’t never really had a place to belong
Can’t find my way home
I can’t find my way home
I ain’t never really had a place to belong
Can’t find my way home
I can’t find my way home
They say a bed is where you rest
But every time I lay down I don’t really feel my best
Covered by my cover but I’m still freezing to death
I’ve been trying to go to sleep but it’s been hard to take a breath
I’ve been drowning in my loneliness
Treasure is where your heart is
Only pain been in my chest
I’ve been hurt by those I love so I’ve been stuck in brokenness
Everything I try to fix becomes a bigger mess
I ain’t never really had a place to call my own
I ain’t never really had a place to belong
Can’t find my way home
I can’t find my way home
In a broken home it’s harder not to roam
I stayed out late cuz arguments would start to grow
Things got physical and feeling all alone
Childhood stability was all I’d ever known
Wrote songs trying to find another zone
Still chained to the hopelessness
I arose everyday working to the bone
But my mom was still going through homelessness
Fast forward years later higher education
Got my isolated in a house of desperation
They don’t know my culture or respect how I was raised
I’m creating with no wages or return on my investment
Calls got me stressing
Thought I’d get my family straight but now I’m in depression
Wrestle not to kill myself and question my direction
Stayed in bed for days
Prayin for an exit
I ain’t never really had a place to call my own
I ain’t never really had a place to belong
Can’t find my way home
I can’t find my way home
( Alvin the Architect, Rome )
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