Faces

Faces Change

But this place'll stay the same

And I'll know

When I'll go home

Yeah

And I'm pickin' up another bag

And I pack another knapsack

The airport's like a stop light to me

Sittin' on red, green light go

Can't see my family

My family grew into a globe of friends or fans

Some may call 'em

And it's on the stage I stand

To jam, rock, sing

No wakin' up to stop the dream

I lived the life, signed a picture

Cuz no dam could stop the stream

Or flood gates, I'm in a fucked race

And a pocket fulla culture condoms

They put you on the podium for first place

But on the block, they judge you on 'em

So

Who got the South in a six pack, and a shotgun just for show?

I'll put the white boys back in gold teeth

Put the hood in mossy oak

I'm the child of a deadbeat

So I gotta give the beat some life

Beat me down with criticism, but at least the critic's right

With a broken pen, there they go again

I'm a token man, I'm a rollin jam

Like a rollin' stone, I'm closin in

I'm goin home, I'm home again

Bring it back up in the UK

With a Dixie flag and a sixteen pack

Catfish Billy, hell, you say

I'm just bein' blunt, homie

Keep the grass

You changed me

Into what I am now

You made me

It was something I was always gonna be

It seems these broken dreams don't lie

And so now my broken wings will fly

Yeah, take one look

Better yet, take two

But if I take that break, there's a move you made

This dude you shape will come take you back

Back to the roots I've been

Without a fuckin' pot to pee in

Or a spot to sleep in

Hot or cold outside, it's not the season

Cuz I am not the reason

That the image you're used to seein'

Is usually being fake, so to me the hate is meaningless

Meaning yes, I'm different

Differently made

And me screamin' the A

Is not the difference in grades

It's the place I stayed

Cuz the schools were underpaid

The teachers taught, but to me they fought

A star that was underway

It was under Wayne, it was in my name

Michael

M.W. a

Atha

And in trouble I stayed

Breakin out of this bubble they made

Played with the dice, but I rolled that seven

And I'll go back to heaven in a Chevrolet

Fuck the world with a tattooed hand

Committed to the words I say

A blood line's not a family tree

It's a needle in my skin for all to see

I ain't never got a spring break tattoo drunk

But I drink and take the ink

You changed me

Into what I am now

You made me

It was something I was always gonna be

It seems these broken dreams don't lie

And so now my broken wings will fly