Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Habitat, artist - Mos Def. Album song Black On Both Sides, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rawkus Entertainment
Song language: English
Habitat |
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. |