| I got a one way ticket |
| I don’t know what I’mma do with it |
| One way ticket, so I’m thinking I should use it quick |
| One way ticket, I don’t wanna be abusing it |
| One way ticket, so we write and hope the music sticks |
| But at last we are here |
| So the past that you fear |
| Will it last even here |
| Perhaps what you hear is the claps and the cheers |
| And that’s what you hear |
| Yeah, laugh through the tears |
| I wanna go where the sun never sets |
| Where class is based on respect |
| Far from the devil’s rejects |
| Where pain is a memory and joy is normalcy |
| Where banishment’s the resort of conformity |
| I wanna go where love is the foundation of living |
| Where we cherish what we receive and polish what we’re giving |
| Where children sing and dance, shielded from struggle |
| Where you progress further the harder you hustle |
| I wanna go where I’m immersed in bliss |
| Where my wife’s kiss is the alarm that wakes me from my slumber |
| Where we use our brains to fight, not fists |
| So we can find peace in the beauty of lightning and thunder |
| I wanna go where my sons are the light of my day |
| Where they listen to what I do and watch what I say |
| Where they see the honor in the times we pray together |
| And feel pride in the fact that we pray together |
| Far, far away from here |
| Yeah that’s the ticket |
| So can you help me out on my one way ticket |
| Heard that heaven’s really off the chain, we can kick it |
| I’m out here tryna hustle for my one way ticket |
| I wanna go where the truth has no footnotes |
| Where the most it’s no surprise that hope floats |
| Where what we say on mics is tuned to the key of life |
| Where we’re willing to pay the cost no matter the price |
| I wanna go where hip hop is how we live and how we walk |
| What we wear, the books we read and how we talk |
| Not what set we claim |
| Or the length of our chain |
| But a medal of honor beyond a musical genre |
| Wanna go where I can breathe and lead a nicotine dependence |
| That’s a feat in itself, but I’ll take it by inches |
| Where the land and free and home of the brave comes to its senses |
| And comes to its own people’s defenses |
| Where our leader is competent |
| And wouldn’t wave a flag of «mission accomplished» if his people are still in |
| fear of bomb threats |
| Where we know we’re role models, so our words our conscious |
| Never underestimate those who see through nonsense |
| I wanna go where my friends are my friends because they love me |
| Not for who I am or what they can take from me |
| Where silence is priceless |
| Where the breeze that walks through the leaves of the trees is free of crisis |
| I wanna go to the sky and hold stars in each hand |
| Place a bow around the moon as a gift to my mother |
| So she never questions or doubts that I love her |
| Where I can be an island of refuge for each of my brothers |
| I wanna go where reality is fantasy incarnate |
| Where loving and being loved is harmless |
| A place where children can relax because their fathers are men |
| So their lives can be balanced from the day it begins |
| I wanna go where women respect themselves so they’re respected |
| Where their virtue is praised and protected |
| Just wanna go to a place where somebody cares |
| Then it hits me |
| If I walk by faith then I’m already there |