Intro:
Yo on some true shit before this music starts I just wanna dedicate
This song
To any wondering broke or lost souls out in this world where they may risk
Wishing to find a place called home we may consider and call our own own own own
Verse 1:
Looking to belong in this promising place many believe is
The land of milk&honey
To seek refuge surviving the times don’t we all wanna stay sheltered from the storm in a warm house
Considered home meaning it’s snug away from the cold worlds wind
Were all things roam
On thе mean streets wild side as darkness surrounds еverywhere in grim reality
Thats been filled with endless treacherous temptation
And sin
Right from the beginning born into the discord of life that’s so much stress and drama
Living hectic enough to beget suicide in a world gone mad that’s one helluva ride
Lots of roller coaster highs and death defying
Rock bottom
Lows to much insanity can make you go batshit crazy but sometimes it’s nice
To enjoy a little bit of madness for a change helping rearrange and escape the ordinary
That becomes boring old person syndrome stuck in plain sight
Predictability
Like life was meant to be jaded and mundane that way staying cozy to long turns into complacency corrupting consciousness making mindless indolence imminent with no way to find your promiselands
Hook 1:
Rolling down this lone road I found as my own it’s alright
It’s okay, Yeah
Rolling down this lone road I yearn looking to belong
It’s alright, it’s okay, yeah
Rolling down this lone road I know is my home it’s alright
It’s okay, yeah
Verse 2:
Everyone has the right to be picky and choosy in life with freedom of choice
Through an ability to voice ones opinion using their prerogative
Doing
What they wanna do getting in where they fit in as birds of a feather flock together
Great minds think alike while sucker lame deer try to question sinderella manns
Raw authentic creative credibility that means everything to me but nevertheless can’t tell
Sinderella maverick shit to any and all these silly bitch lames playing games
Whom it may concern that must not know what time it is on my clock or how it feels to pay your dues
Out here on my J.O with props that are overdue yet I’m still frustrated
Like
A homeless bum wondering how to believe still searching for meaning
Mad at the world as if these mic skills ain’t gotta enough pull to make bank
Cutting mustard the right way in full so my money’s good to have disposable or residual income
No bull off these hot flows only to come up short thinking these good ideas are just bad luck
Not viably work trying to find where I’m going wrong looking to belong
There’s not enough love in the world even to this day onward
I’d happily fornever after say
The same its a harsh fact in reality some things never change
To be
Nurture over nature tension and hate lingers more than humanity and goodwill
Could to make living a truly better place building houses where everyone can find
A home they love to be at with family all need that’s just wishful thinking in the well
Upon wonderworking but pennywise thoughts can be the consideration
Forgotten some wicked ways needed to be taught
Hook 1:
Rolling down this lone road I found as my own it’s alright
It’s okay, Yeah
Rolling down this lone road I yearn looking to belong
It’s alright, it’s okay, yeah
Rolling down this lone road I know is my home it’s alright
It’s okay, yeah
Verse 3:
Believing is all that’s left some days to keep the faith
Which’s worth a shot
Whatever you make of that faith don’t let despairs futility drown your only prayer
Every life cycles as many get stuck playing lame deer games
Being basic
While others work the odds harder making there claim to fame through
A struggling pursuit to happiness suffering for success coming from pain creating
Indelible marks having a noticeable name building
This graceful place to gain solace
Hecklers gotta respect it unless they like seeing you lose afraid to sacrifice
Running risks scared of being battered up and bruised admitting the cowards
Wanna misuse what I invent but could never follow my footsteps trail let pick up
This scent or grasp sinderella manns mystic aura being godsend phony critics
Wanna stop this leap of faith but won’t ever heaven on earth
Isn’t guaranteed
But ill be damned if i waste life away living lame thanks to hardheaded humans
Consumed by evil wishing you crash and burn
Unable
To live&learn for themself due to their own vices stuck in prison cell ignorance
Trapped troublemaking i got love for the streets but forneverlanders is who
I look out for being the select few I produce tracks
To help them
Escape the ordinary world with its daily struggle just as sinderella mann
Does evening the score penning the song of life like a modern day Orpheus
Pacifying and entrancing the beast within
Hook 1:
Rolling down this lone road I found as my own it’s alright
It’s okay, Yeah
Rolling down this lone road I yearn looking to belong
It’s alright, it’s okay, yeah
Rolling down this lone road I know is my home it’s alright
It’s okay, yeah
Outro:
May all praise the lost weather those souls are dead or alive
So maybe one day
They too find can the courage and motivation inside
Themselves
While still alive to go through the growing pains
Of finding a home
So they can stay off the streets outta trouble because no matter what happens
Even if the devil pulls all my cards lord knows i dont search
I find
Looking high and low for that home i wanna call my own to come back to were
The hearts at making that place promiselands inch by inch
Day in day
Out with my true people’s right there beside me of the same feather that flock together
Cause spiritually we belong belong belong