[Chorus, Accent]:

I have no place to go

Where did I go wrong?

Running all the time

Where is home?

I have no place to go

Where did I go wrong?

Running all the time

Where is home?

[Accent]:

One night to the next, where am I gonna rest?

Likely a bench or it might be some steps

Life is a mess and hunger pains are like a knife to the chest

Get me something riper and fresh with slices of flesh

It's nice to be blessed, cool water and a white piece of bread

Will keep me ight for a sec,' but Jesus Christ I am big

It's way too hard to keep my little faith relying on him

I'm dying for help so I find myself denying those things

I'm crying again, seems as though I always sigh when it ends

Dirty fingers massage the temples at my sides when I'm tense

Mindful of stench so when I stink at fire hydrants I'll rinse

Or in the bathroom at the park I'll wash right in the sink

Under the grime and the grit I discover white and some pink

Guess I forgot the lighter tint to my own type of skin

A silver spoon without a bowl to dip it pridelessly in

Darker man got some boxes, I'ma try to lie next to him...

[Chorus]

I am asleep in Tompkins, deeply unconscious

Needing this silence but beeping coppers shriek their policing sirens

Like a screaming ambulance, 'cept they're what my reason for harm is

Now this feeling on me, slow, speedily exceeds exhaustion

I'm a zombie, hungry for meat with nothing to eat

What is for me to stuff in cheek? But there's nothing but people 'round me

They surround me, hundreds of these with money to squeeze

What do they see, roughness in me or a touch of what seeps from under

My subconscious? A wonder if I'll be someone who keeps

From punching in weeks, that much I need but I'm stuck as another being

And my façade is, ugly and week, it's covering me uncomfortably

I want to breach a way further and worthier peak so far beyond this

But for now it is where can I go for shelter?

It's cold as hell outside even though all the snow has melted

And no one else is nearby, hereby I'm roaming helpless

I don't remember who my self is...around I'll run until then

[Chorus, Kinetics]

[Kinetics]:

Look at my hands, look what I get for workin' here

I gave you blood, sweat and tears for like thirty years

I gave you everything I had, thought I'd let you know

So when things are getting bad, why am I the first to go?

Personally man I prefer the person is reprimanded

That would be better than letting him exiting empty handed

Whatever happened to batting for the seniority?

The people never matter the profit is the priority

All I got left is a shirt with a blue collar

An outstretched pocket, a wallet with two dollars

Bummin' in this runaround, 'till the money come around

Man I should have never put that paintbrush down

Imagine what would happen if I had kept at it every night

Luckily my son found that brush and turned into a mic

And I heard he was makin' it as an artist

Hopefully he'll finish what I started...runaround