This is a song about "Finding a way back home"

Of hearin screams at my concerts, me all my childhood peers

Finding a perfect storm of memories raging in fears

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

I seen them grinding 'n' finding a way, to take time at the night or day

The social workers here everydaynow brenda's gotta make her own way

Grab a gauge on my way back to the carnival

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

At 36 yrs old she is way to young to go home.

Getting brain when i’m talking on the phone

Mami told me son, hold your own

And millions of homeless people back home

"by the way, here's a one-way ticket back to mexico",

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

So closely listen up for a more adorable speech

And it's like, finding a kit-kat in a sand dune, at the beach