Mos Def - Habitat Lyrics
(chorus)We all got to have, a place where we come fromThis place that we come from is called homeWe set out on our travels, we do the best we canWe travel this big earth as we roamWe all got to have, a place where we come fromThis place that we come from is called homeAnd even though we may love, this place on the mapSaid it aint where ya from, its where ya at(verse one)I come up in the street around some real wild brothersWith more than one name and more than one baby motherMore than one chase, been on more than one runGot more than one enemy and more than one gun*speaks foreign language*While these cats thats less privileged is just more rawLess space cause the projects laced with more flawsLess sleep cause the nights aint peace, its more warThe can is raw like thirsty, rainy season thunder clapsOn the block with your old pop pleading number actTo the spot with the red top fiends is huddled atTo the crib where the little kids spend their summers trappedWith the jungle cats, lions and tigers, leopards and cheetahsFor gazelle you get chased like a zebra, they blaze cheeba-cheebaAnd dominate the weaker on the streetHungry bellies only love what they eat and its hard to competeWhen they smile with your heart in they teethAnd the odds is stacked high beyond and beneathSon I been plenty places in my life and timeAnd regardless where home is, son home is mine(chorus)Some people live out in-new york citySome people live out in-atlantaSome people got to live-chicagoSome people do live-miamiAll my people at-californiaAnd other people got to live-londonAnd everybody got to live in the whole big worldTogether just you and me(verse two)When I think of home, my remembrance of my beginningLaundromat helping ma dukes fold the bed linenChillin in front my building with my brother and themSpending nights in bushwick with my cousins and themWise town and beat street, federal reliefSlowly melting in the morning grits we used to eatSticking to your teeth and teeth is hard to keepWith every flavor now & later only a dime apieceOld timers on the bench playing cards and thangsTelling tales about they used to be involved in thingsStart to drinking, talking loud, cussing up and showing outOn the phone, call the cops, pickem up, moveem outAnd its all too common to start wildinIm a pirate on an island seeking treasure known as silenceAnd its hard to findBlock parties in dark lobbiesFuneral homes packed but only dark bodiesI cant sleep hardly, stirred up like bob marleyMarley marl played the symphony, remember we recallSon I been to many places in my space and timeAnd whatever my home is, son home is mine.(chorus)
