Hometime written by Joanne Robinson/Katherine Robinson/Alan.s.Robinson
Is it home time,
Is it time to go where I want to go,
Be who I want to be
Is it time for me
To kick these wretched rags from off my back,
And dress the way I want to dress
I'm not willing to give more of me
To something that is killing me
Destroying me
I keep a little bit aside a place to hide
All that is mine
All that is mine
Everyday I walk away, And tell myself that I ain't coming back again
I aint going back again
Every morning when I drag my weary body through the dreary streets
And swear that I aint going back again
I'm not willing to give more of me
To something that is killing me
Destroying me
I keep a little bit aside a place to hide
All that is mine
All that is mine
Why "let the Toad work squat on my life" says the poet
And I agree, I concur, I can see where my mans coming from
The chain across the stores at night they'd wrap around my soul so tight
Till I can't breathe, I can't leave even though the day is done
I'm not willing to give more of me
To something that is killing me
Destroying me
I keep a little bit aside a place to hide
All that is mine
All that is mine
All that is mine
All that is mine, mine, mine
I'm not willing to give more of me
To something that is killing me
Destroying me
I keep a little bit aside a place to hide
All that is mine
All that is mine
All that is mine