| I think I had a home
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| But I was told that we were stoned
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| Now I’ve got no land of my own
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| And so I live right
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| I live right next to you
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| You want to know
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| Which parts of my world I haven’t shown
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| I would invite you to my home
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| But it wouldn’t feel right
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| I live right next to you
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| Yo, I’m not a straight-A student
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| I’m not a big gray space mutant
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| My world ain’t the dark side of mercury
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| The currency isn’t Miami bass music
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| I’m not from a doomed megalopolis
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| I don’t sleep in a tomb/sarcophagus
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| My mother ain’t a moonchild
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| My daddy didn’t travel via rocket ship
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| I didn’t jump through a stargate
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| I’m not gonna front like I’m Scarface
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| I don’t glorify stupid shit
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| My moms got arrested in a car chase
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| I grew up in the crack years
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| And I hope they never come back here
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| In my class kids overdosed
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| But I was in the back reading Blackbeard
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| Yeah, I lived in the projects
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| All types of bullshit surrounded me
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| But that’s not a parallel universe
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| This shit is just down the street
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| This isn’t war correspondence
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| The conflict isn’t far away
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| We all know where the battle is
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| We all know that is hard to say
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| You can’t see my skin and bones
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| Cause I don’t speak in human tones
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| And I’m never gonna keep up with the Jones'
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| Even though I live right
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| I live right next to you
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| Pick in my soul
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| And pick my coach up 'til it’s gone
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| But I’m gonna get back what I’m owed
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| So you just sit tight
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| I live right next to you
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| I had a home
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| But I was told that we were stoned
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| Now I’ve got no land of my own
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| And so I live right
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| I live right next to you
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| You want to know
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| Which parts of my world I haven’t shown
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| I would invite you to my home
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| Even though it’s midnight
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| Cause I live right next to you |