Home had a well kept garden,
my father built a wooden motorbike
for me to swing on till darkness
inscribed with the name Christian
and the number 5,
the age I was at the time -
I knew little about the world

I know a lot about dinosaurs,
pterodactyls in the sky that soared
Tyrannosaur with the tiny arms
made up for it with a giant heart
I wore out the tape of Jurassic Park
covering my eyes at the raptor part
from those days we all have to part
they fade like stars in collapsing dark

Chart, of my height on the doorway
three feet tall, with a mic in the hallway
when I say mic, I really mean a hairbrush
just want to rhyme, never caring how my hair looks

Look, I know sing this too much
stuck like a record on the records I touch
but, you'll sing too when you're grown
miss those days at your home

Home, can I call home, home?
I still miss my home?


(x2)


1.24

all of my dreams, I am on the run
I am running from, where i'm coming from
everything I want, fell into my palm
fortune in my hand got me feeling so disarmed
got the money in the bank, good woman on the arm
but I don't know who to thank, so lucky that I'm charmed,

yeah it's a blessing,
imagine every audience you thought of you were getting
fretting, how not to fall where i'm stepping
slipping, that could have my whole world tipping
kipping, no I go time nightly
you're still sleeping on me then you always might be
no worries, there ain't no hurry
Don't know Christian you might know Muzzy,
funny, we used to write raps in the home
and it took me far, though I did it on my own

Home, can I call home, home?
I still miss my home

(poem)

2.13

I knew little about the world,
and when my father taught me it turned
I thought of it turning like a books page
onto more pictures, more stories,
more dinosaurs, I didn't think
that each time it spins, yesterday is extinct
and you can't flip the pages back
that's why I made this track

I wonder if aunty will play this back
Gil Scott said home's where the hatred's at
that's true for some, so more fool them
it's a rule of thumb, that who you call friends
it can blend it can change
but your family remain, no matter how strained
shame, at the price of greed
steal from your kin, when their lives in need

really, our family is seeming like a dozen,
it doesn't really matter I aint speaking to my cousin
or my new step-sisters and new step-brothers
me and Hannah Cindarella, with a wicked step-mother
Other, fam probably meet up at Christmas
if ours did they would be competing at discus

plates all over the place,
as time goes by know that everything breaks
fate, you twisted the shape of our home
like it was only paper and you a cyclone
saw that old motorbike beside me blown
both blowing in winds of time alone
and I can't change that by rhyme alone

it makes me really wanna pick up the phone
it makes me really wanna pick up the phone
it makes me really wanna pick up the phone

Ask dad his address, and hows it going?