Home Is Where The Hatred Is Lyrics - Gil Scott-heron

A junkie walking through the twilight 

I'm on my way home 

I left three days ago, but no one seems to know I'm gone 

Home is where the hatred is 

Home is filled with pain and it, 

Might not be such a bad idea if I never, never went home again 

Stand as far away from me as you can and ask me why 

Hang on to your rosary beads 

Close your eyes to watch me die 

You keep saying, kick it, quit it, kick it, quit it 

God, but did you ever try 

To turn your sick soul inside out 

So that the world, so that the world 

Can watch you die 

Home is where I live inside my white powder dreams 

Home was once an empty vacuum that's filled now with my silent screams 

Home is where the needle marks 

Try to heal my broken heart 

And it might not be such a bad idea if I never, if I never went home again 

Home again 

Home again 

Home again 

Kick it, quit it 

Kick it, quit it 

Kick it, quit it 

Kick it, can't go home again