Home

Okay, build it up There's no place like home, there's no place like home There's no place like home, there's no place like home Let's go Is there a heart in the house now? Yea, stand up Yea, I got a question La la la la la la la Good morning, so glad I got a home to record it These houses people grew up in disrupted, they can't afford it I hope you stay in the family for the son and for the daughter They makin' you fork it over or forcing the foreclosure When I'm torn I got a bunk but it's more like a coughin' So the comfort of a home is important Trust a lot more, would invest in the mortgage If they can put it on rims drive to the club flossin' This is the American dream House, wife, kids and a dog, fight for em in the battle with force Nobody win in this situation Everything considered a loss I grab a lemonade then sit on the porch I'm writin' rhymes to the sounds of the birds chirping Tellin' all stories in the first person There's no place like home There's no place like home I'm writin' rhymes to the sounds of the birds chirping Tellin' all stories in the first person There's no place like home There's no place like home This is dedicated to places where fiends at My crib, my lab, my pat and wherever I laid my hat Cause it's on, it's a box, the returner will underpass It could be a beach for as long as the summer lasts Home is what you make it, the place where you find your stuff When you go in the block is hot, that's the side of your mind and heart The heart is the house of love then so we build it up It used to feel kinda empty until we filled it up This ain't the living room It's where we shell as the biggest room Your cousin's on the couch, let me sit with you You kids playin' in the yard, they as big as you With yo twin of course, catch em in the kitchen with the food Feelin' good, this is so essential Watchin' the game with my pops and talkin' the fundamentals So I'm swingin' for the fences, not just tryna get on base My homeruns bring me back to this home place I'm writin' rhymes to the sounds of the birds chirping Tellin' all stories in the first person There's no place like home There's no place like home I'm writin' rhymes to the sounds of the birds chirping Tellin' all stories in the first person There's no place like home There's no place like home Is there a heart in the house now? Yea, stand up Stand up --- Home - Talib Kweli and Statik Selektah