| It hits me, at the junction… | 
| Where, the roads lead south. | 
| Because when the clock hits full. | 
| And the players strike again… | 
| Perhaps we’ll find a name to this Shame… | 
| I patiently, waited my turn | 
| I wielded a shield too not get burned. | 
| Condemned in the eye of a sleeping min… | 
| Where we are without the window of time… | 
| Gotta go, gotta find my home | 
| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | 
| Gotta go, gotta find my home | 
| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | 
| Conflicted by the West, Challenged by the East… | 
| I’ve always been a Town-Dog, belonging to these… | 
| A Town-Dog from these concrete streets… | 
| I wish I had a chance… | 
| To hold my Grandmothers hands… | 
| Soak into the nights. | 
| With fumes of our bloodline… | 
| Gotta go, gotta find my home. | 
| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | 
| Gotta go, gotta find my home… | 
| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | 
| Gotta go, gotta find my home… | 
| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | 
| Gotta go, gotta find my home… | 
| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | 
| I, I gotta go, gonna find myself home. | 
| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… | 
| I gotta oow go ahh, find myself home. | 
| Gonna walk through the boarder, of the fourth corner… |