Make it Home: By Ace-Million

Make it Home

 

Every hood speaks through the same soul

Spoken in the same language with the same tone

Every bone structured with the same build

We always broken, hope the pain heal

So magnify the way you see this ghetto child

Don’t cry for me cause I never seen a smile

I’m heart broken, by the broken homes

Left alone, to find my own way

We need guidance, we lose them everyday

So walk the streets where the teachers are the drug dealers

Alcoholics that spit up and vomit and blood

Shot shells that rang out at young thugs

We living off what we was giving

So God willing, Send an angel for the children

Staring out the bed window, hoping to make it home

Maybe you can make it out if you make a song

Screaming for attention, but aint nobody listen

Left trying to picture a future with no vision