Habitat 歌词
| 歌曲 | Habitat |
| 歌手 | Mos Def |
| 专辑 | Black On Both Sides |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Davis, Prosper, Smith | |
| (chorus) | |
| 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 | |
| *speaks foreign language* | |
| 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 | |
| (chorus) | |
| 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. | |
| (chorus) |
| zuo ci : Davis, Prosper, Smith | |
| chorus | |
| 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 | |
| speaks foreign language | |
| 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 cheebacheeba | |
| 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 | |
| chorus | |
| Some people live out innew york city | |
| Some people live out inatlanta | |
| Some people got to livechicago | |
| Some people do livemiami | |
| All my people atcalifornia | |
| And other people got to livelondon | |
| 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. | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Davis, Prosper, Smith | |
| chorus | |
| 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 | |
| speaks foreign language | |
| 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 cheebacheeba | |
| 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 | |
| chorus | |
| Some people live out innew york city | |
| Some people live out inatlanta | |
| Some people got to livechicago | |
| Some people do livemiami | |
| All my people atcalifornia | |
| And other people got to livelondon | |
| 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. | |
| chorus |
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