For six weeks I had this job
Cleaning the local hospital
The pay was okay but I didn't like to swab
So I changed it for a bass guitar
(Well boredom was my companion)
(Stuck to me like glue)
(But I broke the bond)
(To make some dreams come true)
Like a street to a hustler a face to the soul
It's the one and the only place we control
It's our reality not just a poem
It's a place that we call home
For some time I went to school
Tried to learn what's right and wrong
I didn't like their schemes, I couldn't buy their rules
So I went back to where I belong
(You gotta love the sound)
(Of that guitar and the bass)
(The snare it sounds like a gunfire)
It's like a thousand decibel punch in the face
Like a street to a hustler a face to the soul
It's the one and the only place we control
It's our reality not just a poem
It's a place that we call home
Like a street to a hustler a face to the soul
It's the one and the only place we control
It's our reality not just a poem
It's a place that we call home
(East or West? well home is the best!)
(Though I sometimes feel like a clown)
But I've also had the feeling, yes
That I'm unstoppable
And that no one can bring me down
Like a street to a hustler a face to the soul
It's the one and the only place we control
It's our reality not just a poem
It's a place that we call home
Like a street to a hustler a face to the soul
It's the one and the only place we control
It's our reality not just a poem
It's a place that we call home
Step right in
Erase what's on your mind
Step right in
Leave everything behind
Leave it behind
Leave it behind
Leave it behind