1 verse:
Home sweet home, the place where I was born,
These days I’m not alone, ‘cause my friends haven’t gone.
I see photos in a frame, it causes a tender pain,
It takes me back again and I’m linking them in a chain.
Some neighbors put the blame on me, but I’m not plain,
They claim me to retain a distance – I use my brain:
Want me to get away? But your endeavors are vain,
- I don’t try to explain, I play tricks like in a game.
Some words about my flat, that I’ll never forget,
I feel warmth and I’m glad there, I’m not regret…
I spend much time in my room – this is my vital doom,
This musical basis flourishes like the lilac in bloom.
I record the music there – words are like shots from a canon,
Who listen? – I don’t care, I know, I’m cyber mechanic:
I make it, pack it, sell it – you buy,
Or I record, check it, you crack it with lie. (Listen)
Much work needs enough time to deal with,
I make desperate bids to gain the new skills.
Outside – there’s a miss, she gives a chill kiss,
You’ll have to feel with the cold freezing winds. (Listen)
You know me – I’m like a slayer with knife,
I’m proud of my homies, ‘cause I’m rapper for life! 
My house, district, friends are the foundation,
This dizzy music bursts like the barbarian invasion.
 [bad word] 
Home sweet home, the place where I was born,
These days I’m not alone, ‘cause my friends haven’t gone.
My relations ain’t broken. Living in jungles of stone,
I pay much attention to my original home.

2 verse:
Kind a Feakin out dude Check out the Sound from my hood
Brain breaking stuff which we love gona make it sound good 
Gained fresh mood with thoats that am superia 
year by year again same [bad word] seria 
be the man yella hella hot [bad word] fela u can
make it loud crowd make it loud as planed 
through the same path in a search of a dream
seeking what u never seen being sorta mean 
hood place stase wide i see ur mind u hear dear 
off the side before u cry make some noise and chear 
few hits in a row greets me back and here is my home
stoning blow ends up the show eyes fula red glow
hit It slow bro hit is slow bro bring it on
enjoying the flow whilte tha [bad word] is gone
(Mc Djun in a house [bad word] 
 [bad word] 
Home sweet home, the place where I was born,
These days I’m not alone, ‘cause my friends haven’t gone.
My relations ain’t broken. Living in jungles of stone,
I pay much attention to my original home.