Sa'naga - Rolling Stone

Now here's another story 'bout a kid
Who's never had a place to call home
Pops was always on the go
Working for the government
Every other year we had to move
So it was useless sowing seeds you know
Sh*t was hard on all of us, but we understood
He was just a man doing what he had to do
Another struggling teacher
Mama was a farmer, she still is
We lived off everything she grew
Big bro became a knuckle head
Always in some kinda trouble
My big sis with the twins grew brass knuckles
My big sis who's my mom's doppelganger
Kept me and kid bro outta danger, her childhood was over
My baby sis cried every time she said goodbye
To the friends she just made
For months she didn't smile
Mama kept her close
And the look in her eyes said
I'm sorry baby you'll be alright I suppose I suppose

Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer
You're just another rolling stone
Keep rolling 'til you find your home

Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer yeah
You're just another rolling stone
Keep rolling, rolling 'til you find your home

We're all grown now and still wanderers
Haven't seen my siblings in 6 calendars
In our group chat we catch up on each other
From 4 different time zones like we're undercover
Our parents are retired now
Mama ain't that strong anymore
She really hates always being tired
Pops sips tea and plays with his grand kids in the garden
I'm sure he thinks he's The Godfather
I'm on Facebook, looking up friends I've made and lost
Amazed by what we've all become
Life's a beautiful beast, on the weak it feasts
If you're fierce you can be everything you wanna be, facts
My favorite cousin's hands are still dirty
His motto is however you get it, it's still money
I can't argue with that, we use to smoke cigarettes for lunch
To change that I flew coach and became a

Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer
You're just another rolling stone
Keep rolling 'til you find your home

Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer yeah
You're just another rolling stone
Keep rolling, rolling 'til you find your home

Home is wherever your heart is
Mine is in pieces with a couple exes
I loved hardest, became the coldest
Now I'm kinda soulless and super focus, on God
Blisters on the soles of my feet
I refuse to buckle under the weight of defeat
Until my veins run dry and my heart's too weak to beat
I'll keep believing that nothing is outta reach
I ain't tryna preach
My faith has been dangling lately
Making moves on ifs and maybes
But I'm quick to check myself before I wreck myself
I bless myself after I sneeze, that's just me
Lone wolf status, can't test my phallus
I got balls of steel, I let 'em fly outta the cannon
Act right or get your head shot, no canon
If you don't wanna see that happen
Get out the way of a

Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer
You're just another rolling stone
Keep rolling 'til you find your home

Wanderer, wanderer, wanderer yeah
You're just another rolling stone
Keep rolling, rolling 'til you find your home

('Til you find your home eh eh)
('Til you find your home)
('Til you find your home, your home, your home)
('Til you find your home)

Rolling yeah

Written by:
COLINS KINGOUM NUBED

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