Home is where they say the heart is Mine's buried in the yard Hell's a place they say is for sinners I'll be the man in charge There's no point to this life, you just live and you die Friends at your service with tears in they eyes They'll weigh you down put you deep in the dirt In a week or a month they forget 'bout your birth So fuck all that working minimum wage 'cause I know I deserve 'em Shouted to million, a palace in Spain In two or three years over a hole in my brain, fuck I'm so far from normal I'm asking myself am I scared of my death I never can answer 'cause being alive is my only regret So fucking depressed I'm just suicidal I know that you'd be this way too if you knew all that I know I know that I'm nothing, just wasting away Often I think that today is the day Often I hope that tomorrow don't come Momma I know you ain't proud of your son I turn to these drugs 'cause I like how I feel when I don't That's just the way that I go Roll up a blunt then I smoke Take my emotions and hide and then go-o Never had nothing to lose I don't got nothing to prove I don't know nothing 'bout you I'm just alone in my tomb Working on tunes, smooth, new I will be lonely at such a young age Only 19 but I feel 88 Pass me the blunt and I'll flow with the smoke Up in the clouds with some blood on my coke Home is where they say the heart is Mine's buried in the yard Hell's a place they say is for sinners I'll be the man in charge