Mos Def

Mos Def - Habitat

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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


 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.

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Author: Dante Smith, Taylor Dunn (2), Weldon Irvine

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rawkus Records


Released in: 1999

Language: English

Appearing on: Black on Both Sides (1999)

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