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