The SanctuaryCounterpartsProphets We are now rooted in the ground that we were born intoAnd this is where we come from,Where we will remain.This place may have its’ flaws,But I can always call the pavement we now stand upon ‘my home’.This is our home.Through both the areas of wealth and poverty,I appreciate every inch of our city.And I don’t know if I could ever leave.Our sanctuary,Our stomping ground,Our territory,Our fucking home.Love where you came from,This is your home.This is my home.