| Looking at the map then i spin the globe, watching it spin as colors combine I
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| can see myself land anywhere and it’s home
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| Neither here nor there, still singing my song
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| I sing to any ear that relates and it won’t be long till I’m asked to relocate
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| like, your passports out of date right
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| Pack another bag put another nap sack on my back catch a cab cuz I gotta catch
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| another flight tonight
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| Be this way till the day I die too white for black too black for the white
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| Scrape the bottom of the melting pot when you got this many fucking sides
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| combined
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| I believe it’s, harder when you got No allegiance borders mean nothing when
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| you’re leaving constantly got to stamp another page another visa fuck
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| I been there done that, modern day nomad
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| No land no helping hand now which God do I pray to I was never programmed
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| Which culture should I identify with, when they ask where I’m from I go silent
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| Pick a side pick a tyrant pick a place to rest when I arrive in
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| Another form to fill
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| Another box to tick
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| It seems the same when change is constant fuck this shit
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| With my last breath i ask this
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| Where the graves in the city i land in
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| Where the fuck ya’ll gonna burn these bastards
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| We gonna ride till we all find us a home
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| Die till we all find us a home
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| They gon have to burn us if they don’t want our return
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| Weapon by the window we just waiting for our turn
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| They must kill us all and throw locks up on our urns
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| See the souless never die multiply we flood the earth
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| Swoup
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| Yeah, the prison industrial complex got a nigga stuck in the projects
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| Niggas sound hard in the ear be clear its just for the context
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| Running from the monsters to make a nigga less than honest taking up space in
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| your conscious (ugh)
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| Compassion is seen as a weakness, you try to take advantage of my kindness let
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| me remind ya
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| I come country called earth on planet called brookly New York fuck whatever you
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| thought
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| You can catch me in the hood like New Ports
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| Yup I be pimping this game like Too Short fuck whatever you thought
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| Colors of the culture and the name of the crew
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| (Ugh) and we breaking through gotta make it through
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| Try to catch up but it’s too late for you
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| Wherever I lay my hat is my home so a hat on my dome when I’m known to roam
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| Picture me in every city a like a travelling gnome
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| From the sty to dubai with the travelling song
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| Passport of an American movement from my shoulders to my ear like the demons
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| and the sherif bibs
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| Been everywhere you never been
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| Going everywhere you never went
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| They know, They know Ima rep this city till I rest In the clouds with a halo
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| They say no, they know that they will never accept one that look like Kato
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| But I never I been a afraid tho
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| No matter what they call me no matter they label
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| Everything just cease to exist when I read of the list, what I bring to the
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| table
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| A little more than a fork and a spoon what I bought for these goons and they
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| just abuse it Who woulda thought and they thought and assumed and consume on
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| the fumes on what they thought was music
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| But this is life… but this is life
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| Stuck in a place that I call my home but it don’t claim me can it get more right
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| Home where the heart is can I say regardless all I’m looking for is a place for
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| my carcass
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| Somewhere to park it
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| Somewhere underground and I’m bound homie don’t get me started
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| Cause all I’m looking for is a place to rest Somewhere just to bury me right
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| after death
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| They gon have to burn us if they don’t want our return
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| Weapon by the window we just waiting for our turn
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| They must kill us all and throw locks up on our urns
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| See the souless never die multiply we flood the earth
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| Im ready, give me this life
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| Tho I Dont i know which point is right
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| Comin in late, where do i fit
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| Sinking all my relationships
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| Nothing lasts im tied to a rock
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| In a hard place cus a dream dont stop
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| For a call on the phone in a room
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| Reading books all alone
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| Cus i learn how to fly when i walk on my own
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| And we all travelling
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| Looking for home
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| Lost connections, stop and listen
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| But we move on
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| Where are you from?
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| Where are you from?
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| See it doesn’t even matter
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| When i hear its chatter
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| No mother for a tongue
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| So i run to these new places
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| Missing these new faces
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| Building in the dark
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| To the pounding of my heart
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| Tryna fill in the spaces
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| Living in motion im open to changes
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| Hoping these strangers make new neighbors
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| Got me a dog so i got a best friend
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| For any moment of failure
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| So i close my eyes and i breathe deeply to the sounds of my flight calling
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| No surprise im a keep moving till im placed in a coffin
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| And it happens often
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| No trace forgotten
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| Im at home in an alien space
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| Where a difference makes us common |