| 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 | 
| 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. |