Full of endless fights and arguments you can relate to
When the night falls and the birds flock in the same feather
Back to their nest where they call out their papas & mamas
But this home is a broken home, every life for they-self
And when you're alone on your own, every life for yourself
A typical dysfunctional family fuck up
And no one understands you, you wish you could wake up
But this ain't no dream, you still the god-damn dreamer
And the line between painter and dreamer gets a little thinner
One-of-a-kind artist, but you gotta stay realistic
When the stomachs growl at night, you gotta be realistic
Work of art is like the solo game of solitaire
No matter how hard i'ma do it till the window is bare
And when the game ends I swear to share my story
About this place I used to call home with pride and glory
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