Not My Home
Guerilla Maab Lyrics
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[Z-Ro]
I haven't smoked a sweet in 27 days
When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze
And I'm asking Jesus what can I do, anytime I go and pray
This world is killing me slowly, my hair is growing gray
I remember not too long ago, bumping given the bums
I'm not use to the lavish shit, no water no food or no phone
Highly invested and filthy, nigga this is my home
Bout ready to give up the ghost, but only cowards give up the fight
But how can I teach my son to read and write, if there's no lights
What does it take to get a piece, of the motherfucking American pie
When white folks stab you in your back, before they stare in your eye
Working on my last nerve, and what give a motherfucker the nerve
To think that he's better, cap in my face
With a Lexus and Benz, let me run and go chase my cheddar
You see the title is overdue, but they deny me my throne
I must be a foreigner to this place, this world is not my home
[Hook]
This world is not my home, I'm just-a passing through
My treasures are laid out, somewhere beyond the blue
The angels beckon me, from heaven's open doors
And a nigga can't feel at home, in this world no more
Feel at home, in this world no more
[T.A.Z.]
I try to leave it to the Lord, to judge the living
I just hope I'm one of the sons forgiven, when it's time to make decisions
For the scandalous life I'm living, breaking ties for riches
Ain't no friends in bidness, nothing but lies and snitches
Deep in the mind of mischief, money making motivates crime
Soldiers fighting the war blind, or destined to lose everytime
Live by the pain I've seen the flames trapped, more lives than you could believe
My back are facts of scars, of all the times I've been deceased
[Trae]
It's forever, Guerilla until I die
When I'm dead and gone, mama don't you cry
I know, it's too much pain involved
But you gotta be the one, to keep my alive
They wanna see me leave, but they better believe
I'm not going out, without a fight
Everybody wanna charge it to the game
Cause I be living the fame, and I'm on top
Of the game, stop yelling my name
And gon leave me alone, you better get gone
I don't wanna get the chrome, you better go on get away
Hollin' out what's the deal, all because of my skills
And now you claim you real, you better sit back and chill
Lord knows, that I'm just passing through
And they be the ones, that'll be making me do
Thangs, even though I think sometimes I'm wrong
I gotta hold my own, so I can roll on
[Bridge: Peaches & (Trae)]
Everyday that goes by, it gets harder
I only try to survive, the pain
Can someone, please explain
Why it's driving me insane
Cause the more hope, the more brain
The more light, the more change
The more it stays the same
(I know you heard we guerillas
But I really just, can't take no more
Everybody proceed, to show me love
Therefor this world, is not my home
Why do they wanna see me go
Man I done been through enough
But I know the Lord's, gon take care of me
When I get up above)
[Dougie D]
Peep this, they try to tell me that the world was lovely
But otherwise, they be trying to fuck with me
But I keep my eyes open and lovely
I be balling, can't even be approaching me
Ready to slap motherfuckers, that be approaching me
These hoes ain't fin, to get close me
And land in my house, eating my groceries
Demons be trying, to test a G
When all the anger and pain, been stressing me
But I just can't let it, get the best of me
I ask the Lord to guide and bless a G
Even though I done, and lived the dirt wrong
I'm making a jack, cause the world ain't my home
Everybody wanna see when you fall
Especially, when you done worked so damn hard
So I watch em, with they schemes and plots
Wanna try to come, and take what I got
Infrared dots, on they fat ass knots
And make it sho', that the enemy come to a stop
[Hook x2]
The lyrics to the song "Not My Home" by Guerilla Maab featuring Peaches and T.A.Z explore themes such as hardship, struggle, pain, and a sense of not belonging in the world around them. Z-Ro opens up about his struggles to cope with the demands of the world and the pressure to make a living, even in the face of mounting challenges such as poverty, lack of resources, and discrimination. He expresses his desire for a more peaceful existence free from the stresses of the outside world, invoking Jesus for guidance and support.
In the song, T.A.Z. also echoes Z-Ro's sentiments, describing the pain he has witnessed in his life and the many scars he carries from living a life of mischief and crime. He expresses his fear that he may not be one of the forgiven ones when it is time to make amends for his past sins. Trae adds to the discussion by talking about the challenges of being in the spotlight and the pressure to perform on a consistent basis. Despite this, he remains committed to living life on his terms, and holding his ground in the face of adversity.
Overall, the song's lyrics explore the challenges and difficulties faced by those living in conditions of poverty, marginalization, or discrimination. Through their lyrics, Guerilla Maab aims to shed light on the struggles of these communities and the need for greater support, empathy, and understanding from those in society.
Line by Line Meaning
I haven't smoked a sweet in 27 days
I haven't smoked marijuana in 27 days
When I'm under pressure, I feel it's necessary to blaze
When I'm stressed, I feel compelled to smoke marijuana
And I'm asking Jesus what can I do, anytime I go and pray
I pray to Jesus for guidance
This world is killing me slowly, my hair is growing gray
The struggles of life are wearing me down
I remember not too long ago, bumping given the bums
Recently, I was listening to hip-hop music about poverty
Now in 99, I'm struggling to live in the slums
Now in 1999, I'm living in poverty
I'm not use to the lavish shit, no water no food or no phone
I'm not accustomed to luxurious amenities like running water, food or phones
Highly invested and filthy, nigga this is my home
I have put a lot of effort into this lifestyle so this is now my home
Bout ready to give up the ghost, but only cowards give up the fight
I'm close to giving up but cowardice is the only reason to give up fighting
But how can I teach my son to read and write, if there's no lights
I can't educate my son if we don't have electricity
What does it take to get a piece, of the motherfucking American pie
How can we gain a piece of the American Dream
When white folks stab you in your back, before they stare in your eye
White people will betray you before confronting you directly
Working on my last nerve, and what give a motherfucker the nerve
I'm at my breaking point and frustrated with people's audacity
To think that he's better, cap in my face
Someone is assaulting my dignity by acting superior to me
With a Lexus and Benz, let me run and go chase my cheddar
Someone with a luxury car is trying to intimidate me into chasing money
You see the title is overdue, but they deny me my throne
I deserve recognition but I'm being overlooked
I must be a foreigner to this place, this world is not my home
I'm struggling so much that it feels like I don't belong here
I try to leave it to the Lord, to judge the living
I try to have faith that God will judge people fairly
I just hope I'm one of the sons forgiven, when it's time to make decisions
I hope God will forgive me when it's my time to be judged
Ain't no friends in bidness, nothing but lies and snitches
In business, there are no true friends, only lies and deceit
Deep in the mind of mischief, money making motivates crime
Money is often the motivation behind criminal activity
Soldiers fighting the war blind, or destined to lose everytime
People fighting for a cause are often disadvantaged and bound to lose
Live by the pain I've seen the flames trapped, more lives than you could believe
I have seen and experienced a lot of pain and trauma
My back are facts of scars, of all the times I've been deceased
I have scars on my back from being stabbed or shot in the past
It's forever, Guerilla until I die
I'm a Guerilla member for life
When I'm dead and gone, mama don't you cry
When I die, don't cry for me
I know, it's too much pain involved
I know that being in Guerilla Maab involves a lot of suffering and risk-taking
But you gotta be the one, to keep my alive
You have to be the one to ensure that I'm still remembered and respected after I die
They wanna see me leave, but they better believe
People want to see me fail or give up but they better know that I won't
I'm not going out, without a fight
I won't give up without a struggle
Everybody wanna charge it to the game
Everyone wants to attribute everything to fate
Cause I be living the fame, and I'm on top
Of the game, stop yelling my name
People are obsessed with me and my fame
And gon leave me alone, you better get gone
They should stop harassing me and leave me alone
Hollin' out what's the deal, all because of my skills
People are hollering at me because I'm talented
And now you claim you real, you better sit back and chill
People who pretend to be genuine should take a step back and relax
Lord knows, that I'm just passing through
God knows that my time on earth is temporary
And they be the ones, that'll be making me do
Thangs, even though I think sometimes I'm wrong
People push me to do things, even if they are wrong
I gotta hold my own, so I can roll on
I have to protect myself and keep going forward
Everyday that goes by, it gets harder
Each day is a struggle
I only try to survive, the pain
I'm just trying to survive through the pain
Can someone, please explain
Why it's driving me insane
I wish someone could explain why I feel like I'm losing my mind
Cause the more hope, the more brain
The more light, the more change
The more it stays the same
Despite having hope, intelligence and clarity, things remain the same
They try to tell me that the world was lovely
People have tried to convince me that the world is nice and pleasant
But otherwise, they be trying to fuck with me
People are actually trying to mess with me
But I keep my eyes open and lovely
I remain vigilant and positive
I be balling, can't even be approaching me
I'm successful and people can't even approach me
Ready to slap motherfuckers, that be approaching me
I'm ready to physically harm anyone who crosses me
These hoes ain't fin, to get close me
Women can't get close to me or take advantage of me
And land in my house, eating my groceries
Women can't take advantage of my hospitality or resources
Demons be trying, to test a G
Evil forces are trying to tempt me
When all the anger and pain, been stressing me
I am stressed from all the hurt and disappointment
But I just can't let it, get the best of me
But I won't let it break me or defeat me
I ask the Lord to guide and bless a G
I ask God to guide my actions and bless me
Even though I done, and lived the dirt wrong
Even though I have done wrong and lived as a criminal
I'm making a jack, cause the world ain't my home
I'm making money because I feel like I don't belong in this world
Everybody wanna see when you fall
People love to witness someone's downfall
Especially, when you done worked so damn hard
Especially when you've worked hard to achieve success
So I watch em, with they schemes and plots
Wanna try to come, and take what I got
I'm watchful of people's schemes to steal from me
Infrared dots, on they fat ass knots
And make it sho', that the enemy come to a stop
I'm prepared to stop anyone who tries to steal from me
Contributed by Ethan S. Suggest a correction in the comments below.