Long Way From Home

Black sheep of the family grew up to be the goat

When i die i will still be living through my music fucking ghost

Emmanuel my son calm down mama wants me close

But if i want it all you know I got to do the most

Want to ball then show no mercy get the fuck off the benches

Drenched in my sweat tears typical life in the trenches

Make it or break it sick of sitting on the fences

They couldn't see the picture even when I showed them sketches

So I am leaving home hustle like g boy wey go hk

Sho mo age e mi no fit dey beg for urgent two k

Wild thoughts hunting me like an Apache

Talking to God but like Sia e no dey show face