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trentches
What I call home, New Orlands
Where half of us is under survalance
Some of our houses is still under deep water
Can't control the weather
But do

K'Naan is a musician and poet

MOGADISHU, Somalia

ONE has to be careful about
Stories especially true ones
When a story is told the first time, it

That I can't seem to find

And I'm lounging round
Wasting my days
Just thinking of
Some better things to say
While in my uni home
In a drunken haze

the mirror
Miss a step then you blame it on the liquor
Go figure
I could see in your eyes
I know you need me home but i'm always on the road
I'll be right by

where's the satisfaction?
If it's not made true, is it only a distraction?
Who's the judge?
Building a beautiful home by brick
But if it isn't two-story,

But enough is enough 
You don't have to suck it all up 
So life can be tough 
Punch that witch in the gut 
Put that witch in the bag, put the bag in

nothing quite like it man- what can I say? 
I could sit here for days if the rain would last 
But rain never lasts and as soon as the storms past 
I'm

find yourself in a bottle by noon
And you justify it saying it's not too soon
It's when you know you're headed for a fall

You stumble in the house about

down came back with the jab
Pushing everyone away like I could make it alone
Taking down my whole house and trynna make it a home
It's nine months into

And checking in
You turn a house into
A home and soon no
I'ma have to settle in
I'm talking being there no
Even on your bad days
Even when you seem to always

do better
You gotta do better 
You’ll get stuck like that

I’m that pill that you can’t swallow uh
I swear I should be a model uh
Diamonds yellow duck

a safe house overseas
Where I can be at ease
Musics turning into who can get more clicks at rapid speeds
I don't play that game i put my heart into this

boom boom boom
My house got room room rooms
Yeah, we can smoke weed or we can do shrooms?
You nigga droppin albums too soon
Just got another court date

Right now I am buying some for your roommates, and I will leave them by the sink
And I will drive home to my suburb
I will have access to basic needs

on the road now I got home court.
Pay your respects, here comes the emperor,
In a throne room, be glad I mention y’all,
Third world country they’ll gladly

home soon
Come to the gate when i pull up on the drive
And if it's raining or not
We get chased by feds
Everybody in the car better know
That i'm failing

that's alright
I feel things go better every time
I'm going home right
Caramel stains, on my dresser
We wanna go like the best 'em, yea
I wan let go

times, better days (yuh)
Sunshine in the shade 
Navigate in the maze

I went straight to the source
I been controlling my course
She be with me like

my name outta your mouth 
Grabbin you by your lapel
Now get the fuck out of my house
Two tone two tone 
Better watch how we cook up the 2 for 
With 2

know
This ain't a Waffle House it's a Waffle Home
Next morning and you know just where we going
We be driving up just as soon as it's open
Pullin' up

an immigrant family
Middle class salaries
On 47th Street by the Stones
Where they move white out the house same block as Obama's home
Uh, born alone, die

locked in
Got a project
Suppose to be dropping
But I can’t?
Shit fuck you mean
You saying cause your man’s at home
You can’t go to the bathroom 
And send

have now
Drake, direct descendant of West, another cash cow
And even a better version of Ye, he can fit in them rooms
He won't rap about a revolt, he can

house so eat dust 
Won't ease up better D-UP 
We too cool like cC 
Come get schooled by cB 
Combine that and you'll find that 
It's easy as cBC 
But this