phoning home

jogging my memory, in my rhymes, visions of mine been known to lead the blind and touch the spirits of those who hear it with the kid that was bullied or the butt of a joke on the brink of losing, hope I'm to smoke from that flame, I'm the hair. When the drain I'm fitting, the hair will Wayne? Take my shot and kill everything in vain.The pain and long nice I spent in the rain yeah baby im phoning home you would have thought they made a clone all the s*** i'