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Home is where the hatred is - break bread But never offer them a taste until they pay for this Somebody said this place was rid of hospitality - gotcha I aint hungry anyway - I had pasta A full box to share with brothers if they're proper Starvin' artists - leavin' leftovers to rot? That's preposterous - your squad licks the posterior I don't know how to make it any clearer Yeah, I got desires, but above those are standards So I aint always trynna do exactly what the next man does They say I come across a little self-righteous But when it's said and done, I'll be the first one to step up in the cipher For real - talk of ?let's build,? but materials are concrete Ideals are ethereal I process thoughts outside the 'cattle run' To provide you with a ride when the battlins' done But some reply ?no thanks? and attempt to use against me My proximity to the city Devout by choice, but providentially Baha'I by chance I make the most of an unusual circumstance For a Cause I discovered in another land I don't expect y'all to fully understand (say what?) I serve a Cause I discovered in another land Yo I don't expect y'all to fully understand... Home is where the hatred is - appreciate your fake smile SongtexteBut it's wild here trynna raise kids Under the pretense that these friends are for show And I don't mean 'fo sho homie,' I mean ?for show.? For display, for street credibility, for status For you to gas up, force laughs and act bad with For you to bum tactics from to pass as yours, lord Some of you emcees would make better actors Trust is a must for me - beyond dollars See friends like Brotha Thomas are a luxury Learn to never take 'em for granted - love overcomes A grudge is heavier than granite - I hold some Just to increase muscle tone, 'cause doin' these shows alone Builds character but it's hell on the bones - I ask: ?Who's gonna take the weight?? And y'all shrugged like: ?Wednesdays are bad for me - I gotta study.? Carryin' a ton while them kids keep carryin' on About their newfound liberation And Hiphop provides an opportunity for you and yours To manifest your destiny doin' tours I'm sure it was because of the thunderous applause [that] You failed to hear me offer my support to your cause In the form of doin' shows for no cost Now you wanna talk? I'mma have to cut you off... Home is where the hatred is - gray skies play tricks on minds That try to escape from this Dirty shades of monochrome - 30 days since the sun last shone When seeds leave, they come back grown Stiflin' is rife - signs of early life abound Then it's - ?cut 'em down, cut 'em cut'em down!!? Your whole tribe subscribe to that Weyerhauser mentality Where one tree replaced by three is mathematically sound And while you're busy diggin' holes in the ground They're back at the factory makin' paper I'm hip to the game and it's a shame y'all recyclin' goods Since childhood I've been lightin' the woods aflame Rid the 'old growth' and let the ash fertilize it - naturally Such a beautiful catastrophe Ask me and I'mma tell you 'burn 'em all' then graft me To the last free-standin' piece of charred, black tree I'mma refurbish the earth with the majesty Cause home is where the heart has to be (say what?) I'mma refurbish the earth with the majesty Cause home is where the heart has to be... Aus Songtexte Mania