I live out here in the wind and the pouring rain
Somewhere between 14th Avenue and Main
In the summer heat, winter's freezing snow
You see I got nowhere else to go
Got no home sweet home
Into this world, somewhere by the road
And it's a long hard road we walk
On our way to home sweet home
People pass by, they don't see me here
And if they do they wish I would disappear
I guess they know way down deep in their bones
It could be them out there looking for a home
For a home sweet home
Into this world, somewhere by the road
And it's a long hard road we walk
On our way to home sweet home
Ought to have a place to lay my head
A crumb or two for my daily bread
Perhaps someday a kind soul will come upon
Help me find my way back where I belong
Back to a home sweet home
Into this world, somewhere by the road
And it's a long hard road we walk
On our way to home sweet home
Sweet home
Oh that street, I can call it home
And it's a long hard road we walk
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away and hide
So I wouldn't come home
Just when things went right
suddenly it all went wrong
Just take this song and you'll never feel
Left all alone
Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I'm comin' off this
Long & winding road
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
You know that I've seen
To many romantic dreams
Up in lights, fallin' off
The silver screen
My heart's like an open book
For the whole world to read
Sometimes nothing-keeps me together
At the seams
I'm on my way
Well I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I'm on my way
Just set me free
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low
Just when things went right
It doesn't mean they were always wrong
Just take this song and you'll never feel
Left all alone
Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I'm comin' off this
Long & winding road
I'm on my way
Well I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
You know that I seem
To make romantic dreams
Up in lights, fallin' off
The silver screen
My heart's like an open book
For the whole world to read
Somtimes nothing--keeps me together
At the seams
I'm on my way
Well, I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I'm on my way
Just set me free
Home sweet home
Met this girl called Josephine and took her up on my machine,
We had a little fun, and now we got a little one.
Had to get married, being chased out of town.
Found ourselves a place to live, we put all our money down.
Called it Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home,
Eleven floors up in a tower block, happy just to have a home.
I've gone and changed the lock on our home.
Nothing really worked out right; things got broke, they stayed that way.
None of our friends came round at night, little Sam got no place to play.
"We've got to get out of here, Bill," she said,
"I've been telling you all the while,"
When I came home from work that night,
She'd jumped out the window with our child.
From our Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home.
Just a place to take a rest, just a place to make a nest.
We call it home.
When the insurance money came through,
It seemed dirty, didn't know what to do.
Took out the cash, went down to the casino,
Down on the wheel on a double,
And I won, yes I won, like I never won before.
Bought myself a country house with an antique carved oak door.
It was Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home.
Just a place to lay our head, think of all the things we said
I am awake looking down
I am afloat above ground
In the air looking down
Hang around hearing the sounds
What am I supossed to do?
Below my bodies lies askew
Sleeping or dying
Tripping or dreaming
I am gone, I feel safe
I am home in a better place
Home Sweet Home
I look dead pale as a ghost
I'm in trance body and mind
And in truth I feel alive
Free as a bird scaling the heights
Drifting into the night
Drifting into the light
I am gone, I feel safe
I am home in a better place
Home Sweet Home
And my life is flashing by
I checked in but now I am bailing out
My life's not done
There's a purpose still
The mission you're on yet to fill
It's not your time and please return to
Home Sweet Home
Home Sweet Home
Home Sweet Home
[Lil' Fame]
Yo, home skillet
Get back 'fore I push your shit back
Yo, we're here to put it down with the Lord (I'm wit dat!!)
Blaze him (yo, yo)
Blaze him wit a 4 (4)
Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the street
Cuz ya don't know
BROOKLYN Military Killin every motherfucker in sight get hard
w-w-w DOT I-Will-Fuck-You-Up DOT com (strap bombs)
Explode, watch me switch modes
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in Flipmode
Niggaz gash on 99 octane fuel
You deserve a swift kick in your ass cuz you's a mule
We keep on duckin from the Firing Squad
First you thought you was hard now you calling a guard
Like I'm, oh my Lord...Have Mercy
Please talk to Little Fame cuz he's fixing to merk me
I roll through your hood like it's my hood
And won't have a second thought about if I could
Nigga (HOME SWEET HOME)
It ain't nothing sweet down here
Guns pop for niggas to eat down here
(BROOKLYN)
[Chorus x2]
Home Sweet Home
Clack Clack Salute Salute I'm never alone!!
Brooklyn - Send em back home!
Brooklyn - Send em back home where you at?
[Lord Have Mercy]
Never bring B (B)
R (R)
Double O K (K)
L Y into it
Bring size into it
Sneak 9's into it
Theives rise into it
Seek crime, blow through it
See shines, go to it
Street name
Tweak game, rob you stupid(stupid)
Big trucks, dick ones ride exclusive
You don't know me, and never will
It's cold streets, don't approach me, we never build
Nigga, home of the pick pockets
Four fifth polish, lift wallets
Notorious like Chris Wallace
(BROOKLYN!!)
We dollar cab hop from bad block to bad block
Coppers crash spots with pad locks get backed up
Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha Wastelands (Niggaaaaa)
These boys in tha hood, we poison your hood
Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in your hood (C'mon)
[Chorus x2]
[Billy Danze]
Now everybody rise to the occasion
Duck when I'm aiming (First family!)
Yeah, it's so amazing
The hell I be raising, is from the hell I was raised in
It ain't nann nigga fadin shit
I come equipped
I put my life on the line for mine everytime
Bitch, come and march with these Brooklyn soldiers
You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these crooked ass cobras
Hollered at (Bum Bum)
Fired at (gun noises)
Fire back every time with my cousin
Doin the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin
Gunning, you'll see the hilltops styling me
I studied Brownsville criminology (Yes!)
If you know a nigga as well as me
you better bring a motherfuckin calvary
Blesssss
Willows weep, the pillows they do sleep
Home sweet home, to each his own
I always say
He's a man of few words
A bundle of nerves, wait and see
And while his mind works best in darkness
Coming up from behind
The frightened keep on running
While he just hangs around
Home sweet home
To each his own I always say
Martin tries to use his eyes in every way
Help ease the situation
He's happy with what he's got
The kid with his candy, finger painting and blocks
In pitch black he's taking action
What is the cause?
Then came the applause
It was a cold and windy afternoon and through the tumbling clouds you
could see the moon, all the mums and dads had come to see the things
their kiddies had done; and out jumped Martin dressed to his tens in the
Campbells tartan.All eyes watched him, skipping and dancing, everyone
laughed but Martin was deaf and couldn't hear a thing, he just kept
dancing the highland fling.
Now he's proud of his efforts
That young lad Martin
From the local kindergarten
Home sweet home to each his own
I always say
Martin tries to use his eyes in every way
Home sweet home to each his own
I always say
[Lloyd Banks]
Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my long Bentely
shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
lately I've been practicing my gas face
cause that's what I'ma give em when they land in last place
hand right by the...they aint too many seeing us
so they wanna take my gifts
but I wrap em with the (?)
my regular (?)
currency and cashmere
you drove (?) your way, I told her she can crash here
yeah I'm counting paper like the cashier
living like I'm limited, grieving like its my last year
my boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier
told me if he could do it again he'd do it over
Poverty's king cobra, squeeze ya life out
cause its the fatalities and casualtes I should wirte 'bout
these rappers aint iced out, they just fooling
running round town fakers, zirconian cubic
[Chorus]
Only money matters in the game, f-ck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain
music like me, dont worry, leave you numb the same
play me like I'm something sweet
be apart of summer slayin'
most hate it most doubt it
thats what they shout it
I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do about it
they better have ya out
cause where I'm from, there aint no way around it
home sweet home
[Pusha T]
I'ma f-cking rap til you blue in the face
you'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste
throughout histroy they throwing shots at the greats
but I shoot back, the Lord aint designed me for hate
I've never understood Martin Luther with the speech
with the whole World watching me, turn the other cheek?
never, so there's one left to die in the streets
cause his long arms happens to connect with his reach
try to kill you then, them near misses was God's kisses
true Hollywood story, ghetto tie bridges
different strokes that n-ggas broke the (?) reach
you only read about the cars that I paddle shift
you only dream about the (?) that I dabble with
balcony views, postcard, imagine this
white stones, black steel cold chrome
this city's my doormat, them home sweet home
[Chorus]
[Lloyd Banks]
See me where you see me
always seen
off the Queens magazines, pissy hallway scenes
paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
f-ck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams
drugs for the living, Henny (?) for the body
pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, whats happening
competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson
part of my reaction to they corny ass raps
keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped
back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them
bloody heads, turn timbalands to red bottoms
50 bottles just a start now thats how they do it
carbon fibre through the Spyder playin' rider music
aint no question of my resume, I gotta prove it
life's a b-tcha nd I get (?)
In separate rooms,
I hear them screaming through the walls.
I'm locked away,
home sweet home.
Listening to the vicious things they say.
You hate yourselves,
home sweet home.
You hate your children because they act so much like you.
You hate each other too.
There's too much love for me in this house.
Let me go,
home sweet home.
There's too much love for me in this house.
Leave me out,
[Kool G. Rap]
Brothers on the corner sellin junk
got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk
They got so many corners and they got so many spots
And I can't even bump up the block
without the, "Yo man, what you got?"
I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange
He's lookin for a hit for veins
or he'll blow out somebody's brains
Even the shorties livin naughty lives
Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
I just found out the candy store's a front
They walk in the candy store
Man G, candy's far from what they want
You might see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
Honey used to look like a winner
Now she can't even get took to dinner
cause so many dealers ran up in her
Somebody's blood is on the tar
Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar
Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody
broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass
Money got robbed for his bank
They broke in his house and took everything
except the kitchen sink
Little man murdered on the scene
He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17
Granny's damn near pushin 80
A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my home sweet home
Three card molly, another man to fool
Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals
I'm gettin frisked by the cops
They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me
but yo I heard she's givin VD
Just when you think the skies are gettin blue
Bang bang -- another brother's split in two
Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger
Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her
She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party
Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body
Sonny boy is goin on the strip
Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip
Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped
and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped
A baby is born and needs lovin
but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven
Cops killin our kids, but they bill us
So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers
Everyday's another risk
I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss
No heat, just pots of hot water
I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order
Man that landlord is the lowest
Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice
I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh
I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home
You Know I’m A Dreamer
But My Heart’s Of Gold
I Had To Run Away High
So I Wouldn’t Come Home Low
Just When Things Went Right
It Doesn’t Mean They Were Always Wrong
Just Take This Song
And You’ll Never Feel
Left All Alone
Take Me To Your Heart
Feel Me In Your Bones
Just One More Night
And I’m Comin’ Off This
Long & Winding Road
I’m On My Way
I’m On My Way
Home Sweet Home
Tonight, Tonight
I’m On My Way
I’m On My Way
Home Sweet Home
You know that i've seen
so many romantic dreams
Up In Lights, Fallin’ Off
The Silver Screen
My Hearts Like An Open Book
For The Whole World To Read
Sometimes Nothing
Keeps Me Together
At The Seams
I’m On My Way
I’m On My Way
Home Sweet Home
Tonight, Tonight
I’m On My Way
Just Set Me Free
Home Sweet Home
Uhmmm, I’m On My Way,
I’m On My Way
Home Sweet Home
Yeah…, I’m On My Way
Just Set Me Free
Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home
esta no es, no es mi casa no,
(BIS)
Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home
volver siempre, siempre es mi ilusiÛn
Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home
y al volver esta es mi cancion:
Por mas lejos que yo estÈ, siempre extraño, es asÌ,
cuando llego tengo que partir,
cuando estoy lejos de aquÌ, me pongo sentimental,
y eso que el Tango no es para mÌ.
Are you ready? - yeah
Are you ready? - yeah
Are you ready? - yeah
Are you ready? -
Are you ready? - yeah
Are you ready? - yeah
Are you ready? - sweety, sweety home
Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home,
lo mejor, para vos y yo
Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home,
esta no es, no es mi casa, no
Quiero mi cocina, quiero mis parlantes,
quiero que me llames cuando te levantes,
cuando extraño siempre soy asÌ
Quiero mi cama que es alucinante
Quiero mis discos, quiero tus mordiscos
cuando extraño siempre soy asÌ
(Repite cuarta estrofa)
Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home
volver esa es mi ilusion
Home Sweet Home, Home Sweet Home
y al volver esta es mi cancion:
(Repite tercera y cuarta estrofa)
[Intro:]
yo, yo mike man, this is the one man, it's gonna blow 'em away.. let me teach these.. it's KANE man, let me explain man.
[verse:]
I'm tryin to perfect my flow flows so my doe grows loads like Pinocchio's nose,
no, they really dont know, most of these spitters roll blow so dont boast it's like nasty and e's cold, i say that cos my nigga d no and like deep road looks oh, he's cold, these is all e's bro's home sweet home, i speak slow, so the road can understand what i mean so, when i mean business what i mean is pro, and when i'm a little broke what i need is dough, and i speak low, i'm all alone, i just go where i need to go, but if you dont know K.A you dont NO (know) and if you aint on point then you dont roll, LOOK, i love the road, the tarmac the white lines, the double yellows the zig zags and the bright lights, i hate being in the limelight but i love being on the page or on the stage at prime time, i'm having fun so time flies i'm having none so i find fights one every 5 nights and i aint weak i can rhyme tight but just let me let the beat say something for a second. That fine Mike? you know of vice versa but should i have had my money straight before i got my mind right? cos before i'm shopping in byrites, i'm ah take action like Michael jackson and Buy rights, half a mill i'll be quite nice, i dont want a SL5 an X5 and 5 bikes, i dont spend i'm quite tight, i love money dont get me wrong but it's more what the songs like, you see me i aint hard to please, i just wanna spit these bars and breeze, i just wanna sit in cars with the keys, put my mum in a place where palms are the tree's, cos living broke that's hardly me, but being rich and legit thats hard to be, but i cant be bothered with bars of weed, i'd rather spit 16 bars for P's, i kick down door's no one didnt let him in, i been around but i'm far from a veteren, i bet u didnt know K's been developing since plague and Pay as you go days, them days i wasnt on moves and dealing, i used to kick ball and make tapes for Deamon, now i make plates and tapes for Deamon, now i got a fan base and me their Feeling, I'm rapping now, so i'm stacking now i aint slacking now, travelling, Louis Vouiton bags i'm packing now, i aint trying to do crime all my life i'm cracking down, but nights got my tracking now, i was a slow starter but i'm Zattin now VRROOM, i used to get air but now i get poom poom, see you when i get there, get where? laid back in a deck chair on private islands, you go area and get air, all i say is YO 1,2 check check YEAH, it's KANO in the house then they know in the house to say NO when i shout DO I PLAY, fuck rolling about i'm over and i'm out, my first tune Blew sold over a thou, it's on when i lift the Mic, but i knew i would burst on a different Vibe since the 21st of the 5th 85.....
[Chorus:]
Home sweet home, thats where i come from, where i got my knowledge of the road and the flow from,
Home sweet home, where the grass aint greener, of half hard workers half are dealers,
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome
Drop the dues and now you know me, but who knows me
Sown up they fucking eyes so they can't see
Niggas know me for being fake but then I step to em
And give 'em a plate just for old times sake
Never been a bitch, don't wanna be one
Any nigga can talk shit, when packing a gun
But the mack always stays true to the self
And you need to put your wack shit back up on the shelf
'Cause I'm a mad man, nothing but the mad man
Fuck the mad man, lunatic, psycho, Son of Sam
Niggas think that they mack because they diss
Anymore more niggas diss, I'ma get pissed
And drop a voodoo hex on that ass
Feel my wrath, burning suckers with the glass
Let the black magic get me by
I make the evil rain fall from the bright sunny sky
Know as a fucker, but please don't test
Fuck around and catch two to ya fucking chest
Now it's time for me to be lazy
When chilling out in the home in the House Of Krazees
Home sweet home
The place where the lunatics roam
Lunatics roam
Home sweet home
The place where the lunatics roam
'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome
Packing the chrome, to ya dome, the only way out
Just a matter of time before the bullshit will play out
Ride the wave of a new breed
You suckers should take heed, I'm belting like a stampede
No need for mask magicians, the shit is all real
Never thought it'd be done to you, how's it feel
Taking the lives of men, women and child
You try to stop me, what, it wouldn't be worth while
My cork is popped like a bottle of champagne
On the loose man like a run away freight train
No one to be fucked with especially on no dumb shit
I rolled you and I smoked you like a motherfucking blunt bitch
Pack ya bags cause I'm coming for ya
Can't find ya now, so your brother be subbing for ya
I'm going get mine, like you going get yours
Blood stains in the halls, dead men on the floors
Peek through a window with broke glass
My time has come, at last to stick your motha fucking ass
Bury me six feet, and I will still creep
And raise the hell that put you in a dead sleep
So when you're asleep, I creep inside your dome
And let you know about my home sweet home
Home sweet home
The place where the lunatics roam
Lunatics roam
Home sweet home
The place where the lunatics roam
'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome
Run hurry run quick
I got 'em on tha go
Don't move too slow
'Cause I'll make your head role
Born first time
Cause I'm havin' them side lines
Evil like a kenival
I'm a dead devil in drag
I saw so many bodies
I saw swanson outta buisness, yall
Nigga's that try to loot my home sweet home
I'll make click, I click, and stick
Untill they known, they fuckin' gone
And the House Of Krazees race it a sale room
That's where we hold all the unborn deadly ghouls
And for you fools that don't believe me
You gonna be seein' nightmare from this kick
You betta be scared bitch
And in my bedroom is my domain
Where I fix my brain
To bring you all this hella style
Of dope pain
Off (?), off tracks, all heads ya dead
Treasure my hard ass home until my death is red
Schitzofrania runs through my viens
Havin' memory lapses, I might kill my nigga's
That's how I aim
They watch me like a hawk
in my home sweet home
If I get outta line
they shoot me 'til I'm gone, I'm gone
There's no livin' room, bedrooms
caskets are spread
Kitchen is killer like Jeffery Dahmer
He tracks his dead
On the day I was born my eyes were blush of red
Dead bodies now run me like Jordan
That's what I said
But don't come knockin' at my door
And run your throat
To be locked down in my home sweet home
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
Lunatics roam
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
'Bout to peel a cop wit my chrome
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
Lunatics roam
Home sweet home, the place where the lunatics roam
As a child it comes as no surprise, the wool was pulled over my eyes
My parents kept me sheltered and safe, in turn I kept a smile on my face
And I found what I thought was home, when I was only 6 years old
I had a friend and a family and that was all that I really needed to be content.
My younger days were spent alone and the only pain I'd ever known
Was grazes to my hands and knees from always misplacing my feet
But time goes on and people grow, and the cracks in the foundations show
And nothing was ever what it seemed to be, for me.
We got kicked out of the house that I grew up in
And with that I lost my faith in finding home.
And all this time
We all seemed fine
But the truth is all of us were barely getting by
At 20 years I've grown to hate, every moment I'm awake
Without these toxins in my veins, regardless of my parents pain
My mother put on a brave face for a while but these days I barely see her smile
Oh how I love to see her smile.
And all this time
We all seemed fine
But the truth is all of us were barely getting by
And all this time
We all seemed fine
But the truth is all of us were barely getting by
We got kicked out of the house that I grew up in
everyday I wake up
waiting for the day
when they send their fascist strong-arms
to come and take my home away
my home may not be much
but I built it all the same
and I'll not let these bastards
steal my home away
they refuse to hear our pleas
to compromise our position
our only alternative
is we leave this land of "freedom"
they keep smashing at our door
we will never fall
our blood, sweat and dreams
lay within these walls
we'll just patch them up
again and again
they label us dirty squatters
junkies, political activists
I prefer to use the term humans
in search of peace and freedom
you've seen us on the news
you've heard about our struggle
now's the time
unite
fight back and win
we're communities of people with nowhere left to run
families with children
with nothing of their own
we work within the community
helping out each other
come along and meet us
see what self governments about
we don't use bombs and violence
peace and knowledge we select
but if they use violence to break us
we must resist to exist
my day has finally closed
my home is still intact
but who's to say while I'm asleep
they won't launch another attack
we're ready
Hanging out is what we do best
at the frick the lofts or the tex
movie night nintendo night 4th street every single night
the best times of my life
wake up early and chill at shafer court
holla at smokes and joke on the bike dorks
undacova brotha vcu cops on our tails
they don't know we're unstoppable
richmond- fist city
va-i'll never leave
guerilla crew- fuck you
richmond-always on top
swinging off ropes
flying out trees
jumping off bridges
pony pasture cuts our knees
chased by bums and ghosts on belle isle
just a day in the life on the james
west grace street
never know who you'll see
late night
frat fights front porch cary street
richmond belongs to me
the best place ill ever be
Richmond- fist city
V.A- ill never leave
guerilla crew-fuck you
[kool g. rap]
Brothers on the corner sellin junk
Got held up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the punks
Police only harass you when they wanna get a chunk
They got so many corners and they got so many spots
And i can't even bump up the block
Without the "yo man what you got?"
I'm walkin past somebody lookin strange
He's lookin for a hit for veins
Or he'll blow out somebody's brains
Even the shorties livin naughty lives
Walkin around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
I just found out the candy store's a front
They walk in the candy store
Man g, candy's far from what they want
You might see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
Honey used to look like a winner
Now she can't even get took to dinner
Cause so many dealers ran up in her
Somebody's blood is on the tar
Last night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar
Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but somebody
Broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up with the glass
Money got robbed for his bank
They broke in his house and took everything
Except the kitchen sink
Little man murdered on the scene
He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17
Granny's damn near pushin 80
A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my home sweet home
Three card molly, another man to fool
Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals
I'm gettin frisked by the cops
They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
Up in apartment 3g, this sweetie named didi wants to see me
But yo i heard she's givin vd
Just when you think the skies are gettin blue
Bang bang -- another brother's split in two
Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled with danger
Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her
She left with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party
Now off to the morgue, to go indentify her body
Sonny boy is goin on the strip
Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, without a clip
Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he flipped
And shorty got ragged, another bodybag is zipped
A baby is born and needs lovin
But instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a oven
Cops killin our kids, but they bill us
So what's more worse, the killer cops or the cop killers
Everyday's another risk
I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like piss
No heat, just pots of hot water
I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of order
Man that landlord is the lowest
Because i let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice
I felt like breakin all his bones, pssssh
I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet home
This is the story of a place that we call home
Where the kids pack heat when it's time to roam
Everybody's on the scramble, life's a gamble
Hoppin' on the white horse, tryin' to get a handle
On the fast pace that we call the last race
Step wit' precaution when you enter this place
We got a spot on every block that makes ya dreams come true
Just come correct wit' the synapses or ya doo
Don't come cryin' broke, still tryin' to cop the dope
What parts of no, do not you understand bro
We can't afford to take shorts or be playing sports
Empires need to be built, mack 10's bought
Or even caught for them deceased ass hustlers
And we still got the pound for ya living muthafuckas
What goes around comes back to the roots
See you at the revolution and Crooklyn, true
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
Another day, another dollar dead
Pigs rushin' the crib to catch a collar, now I'm fed
What the face now, me and my people's taste crown
Stayin' face down, while K-9's sniffs around
What they found was irrelevant, the weed 'cuz
They was sent to represent and 'cuz a ruckus amongst us
Now I got more pigs rushin' we, handcuffin' me
Takin' hold of we in the custody
For blushin' in, rasta boy restin' in peace
After going through the bullshit, we in release
To hit the streets, where the war still off for all of y'all
'Cuz they kept rule locked behind the wall
No time at all, no fake, no jacks
Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas won't even know what happen
I'll be glad when my man come home
'Cuz in the zone muthafuckas grab ya chrome
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
The eye three time, as lead transpire
Currency change, change from yours to mine
Greenbacks talk bullshit, floats on water
Pager goin' off, call comin' from headquarters
I was told if the secret code appears
It means some bwoy want dead, prepare for warfare
Fuck the truth, we bringin' the noose for ya loose talk
So think smart, or rest in parts if ya do start
I fucks wit' the poor, so fuck being rich
Word is bond, there's a muthafuckin' war goin' on
Stand strong, on ya own two, mista
Or come confront the grim ripper
Black hoodie on, black dusty fatigues
Bloody red afro, puffin' on the black weed
(On three)
He lurks in the shadow, so when you sleep in the battle
That'll be, and tell ya punk lib to tattle
Salute to each and every hood label truth
Doin' what you gotta do to bring in the loot
Huh, the time has come for armageddion
Give nurture to your seeds, and load up ya guns, dunn
Now catchin' vibes that somethin' ain't right
Gettin' little hits, stomach fillin' up tight
Damn, these little nappy head cheap trait bastards
Run around town wit' the cronz trynna blast shit
Ain't nuthin' sweat like the dark streets of Bedstuy
Creepin' population, endin' up in C.I.
Take a ride through the Flat bush side
See the dread and he caught for support, hit me off wit the lye
Now slide, through the ville, death row, say hello
To the fam that stick to K.I.M. that's planned
Toward the east, somethin's goin' on
So burn the buds, and all my people in Medina stay strong
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it, baby
We gonna make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn, baby
I live at my parents house
I do what I please
I love my mom
she is so kind
She does anything for me
Away from home
forever gone
At last I feel free
I met someone
who treats me well
I said this winter was my last,
And Summer came and passed.
The years keep flying by so fast.
If something doesn’t change
I’m gonna go insane.
There goes another year,
And I’m still here.
Another week, another month, another year
And I’m still here, and I’m still here.
Another week, another month, another year
And I’m still here.
HEY! HEY! I’ll pack my bags and drive away.
HEY! HEY! Nowhere to go, I guess I’ll stay.
Another week, another month, another year
Another week, another month, another year
Another week, another month, another year
HEY! HEY! I’ll pack my bags and drive away.
HEY! HEY! Nowhere to go, I guess I’ll stay.
I’ve got a love and hate with New York state.
(Home, sweet home.)
My body is freezing. My heart can’t feel the pain.
(Home, sweet home.)
I’ll drown myself in a melody
And some cheap whiskey should keep me warm tonight.
And when I’m done feeling all alone,
You Know I’m A Dreamer
But My Heart’s Of Gold
I Had To Run Away High
So I Wouldn’t Come Home Low
Just When Things Went Right
It Doesn’t Mean They Were Always Wrong
Just Take This Song
And You’ll Never Feel
Left All Alone
Take Me To Your Heart
Feel Me In Your Bones
Just One More Night
And I’m Comin’ Off This
Long & Winding Road
I’m On My Way
I’m On My Way
Home Sweet Home
Tonight, Tonight
I’m On My Way
I’m On My Way
Home Sweet Home
You know that i've seen
so many romantic dreams
Up In Lights, Fallin’ Off
The Silver Screen
My Hearts Like An Open Book
For The Whole World To Read
Sometimes Nothing
Keeps Me Together
At The Seams
I’m On My Way
I’m On My Way
Home Sweet Home
Tonight, Tonight
I’m On My Way
Just Set Me Free
Home Sweet Home
Uhmmm, I’m On My Way,
I’m On My Way
Home Sweet Home
Yeah…, I’m On My Way
Just Set Me Free
Refrain : let me see my home, you know i need a rest, a place to catch my breath, don’t wanna be away( bis )
Dans le temps ma m?re me disait ne fais surtout pas le faux, restes bien ? l ?cart des gars forg?s pour les bl?mes-pro, depuis je ne fais pas de vagues, m?me si il m’est arriv? 2 ou 3 fois d’?tre tent? par le diable, je n’ai pas ?t? craint des autres, j ai plut?t ouvert mon c?ur dix fois trop vite, j’essaie depuis de corriger ce d?faut, j ai besoin d’air, et je cherche mon home sweet home, apprenant ? faire la part des choses bien trop tard, les faux amis me d?testaient d?j?, choisissant le chemin le plus long, j ai bien trop souvent eu honte de n’ avancer sans cesse qu’? reculons, j’n’ai jamais eu le look caillera qui va bien ne sachant pas jouer les bon ? rien, essayant tant bien que mal de rester brave comme ce rap dont je suis aujourd’hui l esclave.
Refrain : let me see my home, you know i need a rest, a place to catch my breath, don’t wanna be away( bis )
Ce soir je suis en froid avec la peine, en clash avec la haine, j’?re entre guerre et paix face ? la terre enti?re, je veux le voyage en premi?re classe, ?tre en extase quoi qu on en dise, je revendique un besoin d espace, pour ?a j ai du faire une croix sur tous les trous d’balle, beaucoup de gars me disaient « t’inqui?tes c’est la good vibe », alors j ai d? les faire taire par le travail, tous les pervers dont je n’avais m?me pas demand? l’aval, depuis je me prot?ge, craignant le faux geste, fuyant les haineux ? la passivit? hautaine, ? tous les C O N S devenus ex na?fs, c est sans rancune, eh comme on dit c’est la life, j’ai juste envie de reprendre mon souffle, trop de trucs de ouf me poussent doucement vers le gouffre, juste une pause, avant que je n’me vautre, ce soir j’ai mal aux autres.
Refrain : let me see my home, you know i need a rest, a place to catch my breath, don’t wanna be away( bis )
Let me see my home, my home, bis
Vouloir plaire ? tout prix devient syst?matique d?s lors on se fatigue avec des d?tails trop inutiles en pratique, h?las, beaucoup tombent de haut, j’en ai fait parti, alors ce soir je reste au chaud, et laisse la pleurniche aux pseudos martyrs, ? pr?sent je me pose, en bref je n’attends plus d’entraide, je reste en gr?ve le temps d’une pose, je laisse passer le cafard, maintenant j’en suis capable, et laisse mes petits probl?mes au placard.
Now, me and D, we had a jam, we used to kick it with Jay
He was the baddest fuckin' man in the U.S. of A.
He had a rack of black jackets and some records to play
And my sucker Nelly Dee would sound check it with Ray
Open the Garden up for Marvin and I'm speakin' on Gaye
God bless 'em where they rest and 'ever they may lay
And now they're
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You
Now, Jigga Jay had a hand and it was steady and firm
He was the type of dude to shoot it to you straight as a perm
He was the greatest and he's sharin' everything that he earned
And you can count on Jam Master, I was never concerned
We all miss him but his mission is completed and done
Never worry 'bout D and Dicka DJ Run
And don't ask me 'bout Jay and never have no fear
The only question we should ask is why are we still here?
Because we're
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm comin' home to You
Now, under pressure, Jam Master never losin' control
He cut a record in a second, everybody was sold
Always open to the words that I had to say
Always helpin', never selfish, that was my man Jay
And we ain't lose him or choose him, it was God's idea
And since home is where the heart is homey, he's still here
And now we're
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
'Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home
A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there
Which seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere
Chorus:
Home, sweet home, there's no place like home
Home, sweet home, there's no place like home
I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild
And feel that my mother now thinks of her child
As she looks on that moon from our own cottage door
Through the woodbine whose fragrance will cheer me no more
(Chorus)
An exile from home, splendor dazzles in vain
Oh give me my lowly-thatched cottage again
The birds singing gaily that came at my call
Give me them and that peace of mind, dearer than all
(Chorus)
Home, sweet home, there's no place like home
Its another day to watch the S.U.V.'s pull away. Packed
with kids complaining about their day.
I see them drive, and walk away. and how I envy them.
Every. Single. Day.
Everyday we all walk away, but my feet carry me to a
different place,
where my clothes are all gone and my stained mattress
lay.
I walk right by the fridge 'Cuz I know there's nothin' in
And I sit next to the dryer with my shitty guitar and I
sing with it...
Home Sweet Home, What's happened to you?
Ch: Is there a place to belong, or did I just forget?
Home Sweet Home, where is your embrace?
I'm chained up alone, in this cold empty cage.
Looking down the hallway, waiting for a stir. And to my
surprise, such an instance occurs.
A family in the room, farthest from my place. They're
eating a meal and burning wood on the fireplace.
Rain patters at the windows, and happiness at their
faces, I can't help but grimace, when I hear those three
words...
Home Sweet Home, just doesn't belong.
Ch: To a sojourner, and his punk-rock pit bull dog.
Home Sweet Home, Sayonara and Goodbye.
I –- I want to be
I –- I want to be
A stereotype and a modern man
No desire and no demand
No decision and no command
No intentions just keep off my conscience
No ambitions or silly hopes
I –- I need to progress
I -– I need no aim
No confusion and no concern
No attention and no regret
Home sweet home sweet home
You know I'm a dreamer
But my heart's of gold
I had to run away high
So I wouldn't come home low
Just when things went right
It doesn't mean they were always wrong
Just take this song and you'll never feel
Left all alone
Take me to your heart
Feel me in your bones
Just one more night
And I'm comin' off this
Long & winding road
I'm on my way
Well I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I'm on my way
I'm on my way
Home sweet home
You know that I've seen
To many romantic dreams
Up in lights, fallin' off
The silver screen
My heart's like an open book
For the whole world to read
Sometimes nothing-keeps me together
At the seams
I'm on my way
Well I'm on my way
Home sweet home
Tonight tonight
I'm on my way
Just set me free
My world's a roller-coaster and my life's a traffic jam
All this mess ain't even close to bein' who I am
I've been dreamin' Carolina, catchin' craw-dads by the creek
But I'm stuck here in this prison cell full of city streets
I need a little time, I need a little space
I need a little gone, a little out of this place
I wanna get back where I can breathe
Where I feel free, yeah
Take me back, I've been away too long
Take me back to my home sweet home
I can smell my mama's cookin'
And the sweet magnolia trees
Nothing like suppertime on a summer night
I can hear those crickets callin' me
I need a little time, I need a little space
I need a little gone, a little out of this place
I wanna get back where I can breathe
Where I feel free, yeah
Take me back, I've been away too long
Take me back to my home sweet home
I need a little time, I need a little space
I need a little gone, a little out of this place
I wanna get back where I can breathe
Where I feel free, yeah
Take me back, I've been away too long
Take me back, I've been away too long
Take me back, I've been away too long
Take me back to my home sweet home
Kissin' Jenny Lynn on a front porch swing
Catchin' fireflies on the first day of spring
Swingin' along while the church choir sings
Sneakin' around on a full moon night
Makin' out for the very first time
(1, 2, 3, 4!)
Hello big family, who's gonna cook the noodles today?
I found a pair of broken glasses and finally I can see
clearly
From Falsterbo to Kiruna, Coneburg to Djursholm
And if I want the sky from Arizona
Home sweet home
I've been away for too long
Home sweet home
This is where I belong
Going to bed while wondering if winter came early this
year
Waking up on the line of the equator, bathing in my own
sweat
Jumping out of someone's tent I'll never recognise
again
Still I know that we'll live so see you later
Home sweet home
I've been away for too long
Home sweet home
This is where I belong (x2)
Let's get nice and friendly
Join us, surf right in the mud
Ice cold beer so hit and run
Play football in a cave
Mr J. lost his shoe
So we're menthol fresh all night long
Home sweet home
I've been away for too long
Home sweet home
How we be, is how we be
You should try, try it on
What will be, is what we'll be
Just let it roll, like a rolling stone
All i see, is you in my dreams
Somewhere close, to my home
All i need, is you by me
Lay me down, lay me down
She's home, she's home sweet home
She's home, she's home sweet home
She's home, she's home sweet home
She's home, she's home sweet home
How we be, is how we be
You should try, try it on
What will be, is what we'll be
Just let it roll, like a rolling stone
She's home, she's home sweet home
She's home, she's home sweet home
She's home, she's home sweet home
She's home, she's home sweet home
These are the streets where I grew up
It's been a while and things have changed a lot
But when I'm back, the memories, they all come back again
All these stories that are filled with sentiment
Don't get me wrong coz I can see
Their narrow minds and their hypocrisy
It makes me puke, I just can't stand this shit mentality
It's not all as nice it may seem to be
Is this the place where I wanna be
The place that call home
Is this really where I wanna be
The place that I call home
When I'm abroad and on my own
I start to think about the things back home
I am not blind, I won't forget how sitty things can be
