Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Place to Rest, artist - The Recipe
Date of issue: 27.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Place to Rest |
Looking at the map then i spin the globe, watching it spin as colors combine I |
can see myself land anywhere and it’s home |
Neither here nor there, still singing my song |
I sing to any ear that relates and it won’t be long till I’m asked to relocate |
like, your passports out of date right |
Pack another bag put another nap sack on my back catch a cab cuz I gotta catch |
another flight tonight |
Be this way till the day I die too white for black too black for the white |
Scrape the bottom of the melting pot when you got this many fucking sides |
combined |
I believe it’s, harder when you got No allegiance borders mean nothing when |
you’re leaving constantly got to stamp another page another visa fuck |
I been there done that, modern day nomad |
No land no helping hand now which God do I pray to I was never programmed |
Which culture should I identify with, when they ask where I’m from I go silent |
Pick a side pick a tyrant pick a place to rest when I arrive in |
Another form to fill |
Another box to tick |
It seems the same when change is constant fuck this shit |
With my last breath i ask this |
Where the graves in the city i land in |
Where the fuck ya’ll gonna burn these bastards |
We gonna ride till we all find us a home |
Die till we all find us a home |
They gon have to burn us if they don’t want our return |
Weapon by the window we just waiting for our turn |
They must kill us all and throw locks up on our urns |
See the souless never die multiply we flood the earth |
Swoup |
Yeah, the prison industrial complex got a nigga stuck in the projects |
Niggas sound hard in the ear be clear its just for the context |
Running from the monsters to make a nigga less than honest taking up space in |
your conscious (ugh) |
Compassion is seen as a weakness, you try to take advantage of my kindness let |
me remind ya |
I come country called earth on planet called brookly New York fuck whatever you |
thought |
You can catch me in the hood like New Ports |
Yup I be pimping this game like Too Short fuck whatever you thought |
Colors of the culture and the name of the crew |
(Ugh) and we breaking through gotta make it through |
Try to catch up but it’s too late for you |
Wherever I lay my hat is my home so a hat on my dome when I’m known to roam |
Picture me in every city a like a travelling gnome |
From the sty to dubai with the travelling song |
Passport of an American movement from my shoulders to my ear like the demons |
and the sherif bibs |
Been everywhere you never been |
Going everywhere you never went |
They know, They know Ima rep this city till I rest In the clouds with a halo |
They say no, they know that they will never accept one that look like Kato |
But I never I been a afraid tho |
No matter what they call me no matter they label |
Everything just cease to exist when I read of the list, what I bring to the |
table |
A little more than a fork and a spoon what I bought for these goons and they |
just abuse it Who woulda thought and they thought and assumed and consume on |
the fumes on what they thought was music |
But this is life… but this is life |
Stuck in a place that I call my home but it don’t claim me can it get more right |
Home where the heart is can I say regardless all I’m looking for is a place for |
my carcass |
Somewhere to park it |
Somewhere underground and I’m bound homie don’t get me started |
Cause all I’m looking for is a place to rest Somewhere just to bury me right |
after death |
They gon have to burn us if they don’t want our return |
Weapon by the window we just waiting for our turn |
They must kill us all and throw locks up on our urns |
See the souless never die multiply we flood the earth |
Im ready, give me this life |
Tho I Dont i know which point is right |
Comin in late, where do i fit |
Sinking all my relationships |
Nothing lasts im tied to a rock |
In a hard place cus a dream dont stop |
For a call on the phone in a room |
Reading books all alone |
Cus i learn how to fly when i walk on my own |
And we all travelling |
Looking for home |
Lost connections, stop and listen |
But we move on |
Where are you from? |
Where are you from? |
See it doesn’t even matter |
When i hear its chatter |
No mother for a tongue |
So i run to these new places |
Missing these new faces |
Building in the dark |
To the pounding of my heart |
Tryna fill in the spaces |
Living in motion im open to changes |
Hoping these strangers make new neighbors |
Got me a dog so i got a best friend |
For any moment of failure |
So i close my eyes and i breathe deeply to the sounds of my flight calling |
No surprise im a keep moving till im placed in a coffin |
And it happens often |
No trace forgotten |
Im at home in an alien space |
Where a difference makes us common |