The day i wasn't home,
things went from bad to worse,
the day i wasn't home,
ended up being my worst day on earth.
Verse 1
The one day i wasn't home,
some maf*cker breaks through my door.
there must have been no one there,
cuz there's still glass on the floor
As i arrive at the scene of the crime.
i step over the shards, shock racing through my mind.
my heart is pounding, i can feel it in my rib cage.
i feel so hollow, shattered, and blind with rage.
how the f*ck did this happen?
God, my soul is shaken.
how could u let someone break in?
the house is a wreck,
looks like a tornado hit the basement.
everything's gone, at least the things of value,
but the priceless heirlooms of childhood have been trampled.
i can sit on the porch, and still see the wreckage.
sh*t is everywhere, and i know it can't be fixed.
Verse 2
The cops are here now, askin me questions.
i don't know anything, how am i supposed to answer them?
they all up in my house, devices in their hands,
getting fingerprints from stuff, trying to search for the man,
who devised this plan, to break in my place,
take all the stuff, and escape in a van.
or maybe a truck, either way i'm still f*cked.
cuz even if they find the guy,
it's not like things gonna return to normal that easily.
we're still recovering, and he probably sold the stuff already.
my mom's crying on my shoulder, i'm trying to keep her steady.
my dad's talking with the police, damn my head is heavy.
blue and red flashing in the background incessantly.
i just ask God why this had to happen so incidentally.
all i want is to return to normality.
cold and alone; now i have to live with that mentality.
this isn't a true story, was just running on an emotion
o well, at least there's omar. btw, i'm going to email u my #$#$@$# #$#$@# yes it's a secret. i'm not going to dispel it until Dec. 4th 
