Текст песни Mos Def - Habitat

Black on Both Sides
Жанр: Hip-Hop / Underground Rap
Исполнитель: Mos Def
Альбом: Black on Both Sides
Длительность: 04:40
Рейтинг: 1357
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Загрузил: SmokeDogg

Текст:

(chorus) We all got to have, a place where we come from This place that we come from is called home We set out on our travels, we do the best we can We travel this big earth as we roam We all got to have, a place where we come from This place that we come from is called home And even though we may love, this place on the map Said it ain’t where ya from, it’s where ya at (verse one) I come up in the street around some real wild brothers With more than one name and more than one baby mother More than one chase, been on more than one run Got more than one enemy and more than one gun *speaks foreign language* While these cats that’s less privileged is just more raw Less space cause the projects laced with more flaws Less sleep cause the nights ain’t peace, it’s more war The can is raw like thirsty, rainy season thunder claps On the block with your old pop pleading number act To the spot with the red top fiends is huddled at To the crib where the little kids spend their summers trapped With the jungle cats, lions and tigers, leopards and cheetahs For gazelle you get chased like a zebra, they blaze cheeba-cheeba And dominate the weaker on the street Hungry bellies only love what they eat and it’s hard to compete When they smile with your heart in they teeth And the odds is stacked high beyond and beneath Son I been plenty places in my life and time And regardless where home is, son home is mine (chorus) Some people live out in-new york city Some people live out in-atlanta Some people got to live-chicago Some people do live-miami All my people at-california And other people got to live-london And everybody got to live in the whole big world Together just you and me (verse two) When I think of home, my remembrance of my beginning Laundromat helping ma dukes fold the bed linen Chillin in front my building with my brother and them Spending nights in bushwick with my cousins and them Wise town and beat street, federal relief Slowly melting in the morning grits we used to eat Sticking to your teeth and teeth is hard to keep With every flavor now & later only a dime apiece Old timers on the bench playing cards and thangs Telling tales about they used to be involved in things Start to drinking, talking loud, cussing up and showing out On the phone, call the cops, pick’em up, move’em out And it’s all too common to start wildin I’m a pirate on an island seeking treasure known as silence And it’s hard to find Block parties in dark lobbies Funeral homes packed but only dark bodies I can’t sleep hardly, stirred up like bob marley Marley marl played the symphony, remember we recall Son I been to many places in my space and time And whatever my home is, son home is mine. (chorus)
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