Basement - F.Stokes/Bastille.mp3

[00:11.159]Greyhound, Megabus, clothes in a plastic bag,
[00:13.118]From shelter to shelter, six kids with no dad.
[00:15.718]She left the city for a better life,
[00:17.709]Ran to a small town where the population was mostly white.
[00:21.413]Racial undertones, trying to get back home,
[00:24.159]With barely enough to keep shirts on my backbone.
[00:26.454]Now ain't this real life, numb to what pain feel like.
[00:29.465]Demons knocking like the sound of steel pipes.
[00:31.632]Same lady who gave birth never left my hometown
[00:34.761]But she the reason I travelled the earth.
[00:36.761]Locked the door, my uncle's going through her purse.
[00:40.000]"Wake your brother up, they're giving free meals at church."
[00:42.104]And I can't justify how my daddy could black your eye,
[00:45.729]Now my sister can't trust a guy.
[00:47.622]We never had much, but we had us,
[00:50.333]And my brother found home in a pair of handcuffs.
[01:59.424][01:48.968][00:55.430]How am I gonna get myself back home?
[02:03.760][01:53.470][00:59.645]I-I-I, I-I-I, I-I-I
[01:06.213]The sound of bullets bounce as I write raps in the kitchen
[01:08.830]Daddy in a cell trying to hold his ambition
[01:11.486]Witness the transition from a boy to a martyr
[01:14.101]Sell shit but go to school to be a barber
[01:16.781]The ghetto's like a prison, you locked but you still living
[01:20.222]Barely breathing up until if you're leaving
[01:22.678]But home is where the hate is,
[01:24.253]And my cousin ain't thirty yet but she's got eight kids
[01:27.293]Half look up to me, but the other half rarely **** with me
[01:31.358]'Cause apparently, they think I see myself as better
[01:33.893]I see my songs as simply therapy
[01:35.790]Now let's go back to that whole Greyhound bus bit
[01:38.269]Mama worked there for old white folks, wiping up shit,
[01:40.846]Tryna save ships, now close your eyes and envision
[01:44.762]How she turned a bus ride, into a spaceship
[02:11.700]My home is comprised of many elements
[02:13.464]Grandaddy was a junkie and found home in a needle filled with daily medicine
[02:18.632]Home is far less based on physicality,
[02:20.671][02:31.776](The birds are mocking me)
[02:21.615]But embracing the mentality that you can turn even the harshest conditions into an optimistic galaxy
[02:26.296](They call to be heard)
[02:28.870]Come home daddy, it's okay now
[02:32.870]All the tears are dried up, mama's in a better place now
[02:34.751]No guns unless they're video games
[02:36.671](They curse my return)
[02:37.600]But there's a darker side to ***, rock and roll and *******
[02:41.940]Come home
[03:14.490][03:01.397]How am I gonna get myself back home
[03:18.746][03:08.110]I, I, I am lost
[03:25.671][03:36.550]From the basement, to the ceiling
[03:30.619][03:40.983]Going back home to replace this feeling