it's been a long day it's been a long day it's been a long day it's been a long day I'm trying to find my way home I'm trying to find my way home I'm trying to find my way home I'm trying to find my way home woke up this morning I had ta thank God I don't know now days these niggaz kind of odd Apple juice and a blunt that's my breakfast I got so much shit that I gotta do but I ain't stressing press a button and watch my car auto start remember it was just a bucket and needed auto parts I never been a quitter I ain't ever gave up I stayed posted baby sit the block and came up I watched my best friend get put 6 feet from a bad heart smoking wet and popping ex with hoes yeah that part I'm from a broken home I ran away from foster homes in my hoodie Trayvon Martin I was all alone I had so many cold nights didn't give a fuck about life made up my mind I didn't think twice I'm out here trying to get it right bitch it's been a long day it's been a long day it's been a long day it's been a long day I'm trying to find my way home I'm trying to find my way home I'm trying to find my way home I'm trying to find my way home