Needles in the yard

of my best friend

The neighbors seem to litter

as they gasp for breathe

Maybe dope, maybe meth

Cops being called on the druggies on the left

Children’s dancing to the beat

As theirs sellers on the street

Buy a baggie

The nexts ones free

Business is our virtue

I’m not tryna hurt you

No , no

Calling the police even though it’s a threat

My friends in the back seat losing his breathe

Knocked out, drenched in sweat

Non responsive

He’s on trip

Maybe death or maybe bliss

I don’t know, he’s on the road

I don’t know, he’s gone back home

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

Burnt up buds of cigarettes

On the top of a girls bunk bed

I don’t know, this is her home

I don’t know I don’t know

Mothers crying

Children’s flying

Brothers dying

Fathers lying

Uncles gone to dinner with a man named wash

He was loving his time

He talked and talked

I don’t know, this is his home

Don’t get mad at the situation

Please understand, but there’s discrimination

Measures taken for the best

But they don’t want to get off meth

That’s the string that holds them together

It’s choking them but they swear their better

They’ll always be better

I don’t know this is our home

this is the normal lively life

Sedation infestation

What’s more to like

More to like

This my home

This my home

I know my home