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